Thursday, May 28, 2009

Well, I got my first kiss from an Irishman. I can't say I didn't think it might happen, just not this way. He was the dirtiest, smelliest, crudest mad, possibly in all of Ireland. I took a 5 hour bus trip to Galway yesterday, and he sat behind me snorting and slurping and stretching for the first half of the ride. At break he got off and someone new took his seat. Most of the bus was empty but when he returned he picked up my bag and handed it to me before sitting so close to me I was second hand smoking his clothes. He spoke soemthing that had hints of english in it and asked me questions that I couldn't understand. I nodded. Shrugged. He offered me some soda and took a few teddy grahams from me. He spent the night before in Dublin jail for disturbing the peace. Big surprise. We were fast friends and when the bus stopped at last he said, my but ya are a stunner, and kissed me on the cheek, good and wet. Nice.

3 comments:

  1. This is Genese, by the way. Excellent writing o' tha brogue. I can hear his voice in my head.

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  2. of course! ... it's the perfect follow up to the plane ride. :)

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  3. Lip action. It only counts if you got lip action. Go get a real Irish kiss!

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