English accent. I was completely thrown. I had just presumed he would be Irish. I guess he must have been equally surprised with my own English accent.
‘Can I buy you and your friend a drink?’ he asked.
‘Err, that’s no friend of mine,’ I answered, trying to keep the mood casual, even though I was still raging with her. ‘That’s my much older, big-mouthed sister.’ I couldn’t help myself adding, with a mischievous grin; ‘we call her ‘Lickarse Laura’.
‘What’s the pair of you drinking?’ he laughed. Oh, great, now I’d have to ask for a pint for my boozy sister. I always felt so embarrassed that she drank pints; it was so unfeminine.
‘Er r, I’d say she’ll have a small glass of Carlsberg and may I have a vodka and cock… Err, I mean Coke , please.’
Oh my God… did I really just ask him for some cock? Oh God. I was cringing with embarrassment; I just prayed that he hadn't heard me. He came back a few moments later with a huge tray of drinks and handed me my vodka and Coke, smirking.
‘I’ll see what I can do about getting you that cock later ,’ he added with a wink.
Shite! My face was crimson again.
Trying to ignore his comment and steady my breathing, I changed the subject:
‘Oh, err, that’s a rather big glass for a lady,’ I stammered, desperately hoping the flame red of my cheeks would disappear.
‘Well, I could n’t help but notice you earlier, and that your sister was drinking out of a pint glass… don’t worry,’ he continued with a gentle smile after seeing my cringed face, ‘it is very acceptable for ladies to drink pints in Ireland.’
I involuntarily laughed as he swept away my anxieties in one foul swoop. Our eyes locked for a moment, unfaltering.
‘ By the way, my name is Travis.’
‘ Travis … that’s a cool name,’ I blurted. ‘Mine’s Tara. Tara Ryan. Nice to meet you. Where are you from?’
‘Manchester ,’ he replied, proudly.
Hmmm, a northern ride , I thought, suddenly developing a thing for northern men. I then explained that I too lived in England and was just over visiting my lunatic family for Christmas.
We quickly became engrossed in deep conversation. I wanted to know every single detail about him and just couldn’t get enough of hearing him talk. It turned out he’d had a very successful career playing rugby for England and had toured all over the world. In his mid-thirties, he retired from playing professionally and was then headhunted to become a fitness coach for Dublin for the coming season. He was now living between the two countries, but flew home to see his parents as often as he could. He shared digs with other players in Dublin, but planned eventually to move to Ireland on a permanent basis. Really? I thought, slightly disappointed at the latter part of his conversation. I would soon put a stop to that!
By now , the bar was rocking and packed to full capacity. The dance floor was overflowing with the giant-sized rugby team taking up most of the space. I kept hearing rowdy shrieks of laughter coming from them all. Glancing over at Laura, I could see she was in the thick of the dancing crowd, trying to teach them salsa.
Travis and I smiled indulgently at them and then swiftly continued getting to know each other. Despite the noise and wild atmosphere, it really was as though we were in our own personal little bubble. I was oblivious to everything else around us.
I liked him. I liked him a lot and I was certainly getting some high definition flirty signals from him. It took me a little while to ask him the question I really, really, wanted to know the answer to.
‘Are you single?’ I asked, my heart hammering in my chest.
‘I am now,’ he replied, very seriously, while looking deep into my eyes.
‘Me too ,’ I added, trying to remain composed while screaming inside with delight. With that, we both leaned forward and our lips touched. He wrapped his arm around my waist forcing me to fall into him. From
‘Can I buy you and your friend a drink?’ he asked.
‘Err, that’s no friend of mine,’ I answered, trying to keep the mood casual, even though I was still raging with her. ‘That’s my much older, big-mouthed sister.’ I couldn’t help myself adding, with a mischievous grin; ‘we call her ‘Lickarse Laura’.
‘What’s the pair of you drinking?’ he laughed. Oh, great, now I’d have to ask for a pint for my boozy sister. I always felt so embarrassed that she drank pints; it was so unfeminine.
‘Er r, I’d say she’ll have a small glass of Carlsberg and may I have a vodka and cock… Err, I mean Coke , please.’
Oh my God… did I really just ask him for some cock? Oh God. I was cringing with embarrassment; I just prayed that he hadn't heard me. He came back a few moments later with a huge tray of drinks and handed me my vodka and Coke, smirking.
‘I’ll see what I can do about getting you that cock later ,’ he added with a wink.
Shite! My face was crimson again.
Trying to ignore his comment and steady my breathing, I changed the subject:
‘Oh, err, that’s a rather big glass for a lady,’ I stammered, desperately hoping the flame red of my cheeks would disappear.
‘Well, I could n’t help but notice you earlier, and that your sister was drinking out of a pint glass… don’t worry,’ he continued with a gentle smile after seeing my cringed face, ‘it is very acceptable for ladies to drink pints in Ireland.’
I involuntarily laughed as he swept away my anxieties in one foul swoop. Our eyes locked for a moment, unfaltering.
‘ By the way, my name is Travis.’
‘ Travis … that’s a cool name,’ I blurted. ‘Mine’s Tara. Tara Ryan. Nice to meet you. Where are you from?’
‘Manchester ,’ he replied, proudly.
Hmmm, a northern ride , I thought, suddenly developing a thing for northern men. I then explained that I too lived in England and was just over visiting my lunatic family for Christmas.
We quickly became engrossed in deep conversation. I wanted to know every single detail about him and just couldn’t get enough of hearing him talk. It turned out he’d had a very successful career playing rugby for England and had toured all over the world. In his mid-thirties, he retired from playing professionally and was then headhunted to become a fitness coach for Dublin for the coming season. He was now living between the two countries, but flew home to see his parents as often as he could. He shared digs with other players in Dublin, but planned eventually to move to Ireland on a permanent basis. Really? I thought, slightly disappointed at the latter part of his conversation. I would soon put a stop to that!
By now , the bar was rocking and packed to full capacity. The dance floor was overflowing with the giant-sized rugby team taking up most of the space. I kept hearing rowdy shrieks of laughter coming from them all. Glancing over at Laura, I could see she was in the thick of the dancing crowd, trying to teach them salsa.
Travis and I smiled indulgently at them and then swiftly continued getting to know each other. Despite the noise and wild atmosphere, it really was as though we were in our own personal little bubble. I was oblivious to everything else around us.
I liked him. I liked him a lot and I was certainly getting some high definition flirty signals from him. It took me a little while to ask him the question I really, really, wanted to know the answer to.
‘Are you single?’ I asked, my heart hammering in my chest.
‘I am now,’ he replied, very seriously, while looking deep into my eyes.
‘Me too ,’ I added, trying to remain composed while screaming inside with delight. With that, we both leaned forward and our lips touched. He wrapped his arm around my waist forcing me to fall into him. From
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