In an effort to do some self mending, I wrote yesterday’s post. When I woke up today, I read back over it and laughed at how much emotion I was able to feel in such a short amount of time. I walked downstairs and over a cup of coffee, I discussed the events past with Mr. G. After much discussion, I thought it would be comical to re-write the post from Ben’s perspective. And this is what happened next.
An un-love story – by Ben
I met this cool chick last night.
She was pretty hot. Ok no, she was really hot (haha – sorry, I had to). I got into town pretty late, grabbed a burger and walked into this small bar. They were one of the only places playing the footy game. Which is quite surprising, as I thought the Irish were pretty big on sports. But I guess they’re just fond of drinking. Which is fine by me too. The Guinness here does taste much bet…. Oh ya. I was talking about the girl.
So she was cool. We talked for a while and I wasn’t bored. I could see myself hanging w/ her if she lived in my neighborhood. We drank a bunch and I asked her if she wanted to come up for a cup of tea, which she totally fell for – I didn’t know that line still worked.
I had to get on the road early to make it down to Cork in time to catch that show. I’m really looking forward to seeing the band – the Atlantic Pirates I think they’re called? I thought about giving the girl my phone number but realized the probability of us even being in the same city at the same time again is next to none.
Now it kind of looks like it’s going to rain. I should probably leave before.......
... That stupid chick comes back and bothers me and makes some big effing deal about life like she fell in love with me or something.
Ok, so maybe I threw in my own bit there at the end. But you get the point.