A single girl walks into an Irish bar in New York City….and her life is flipped upside down.
(For my lovely readers trying to catch up, I am the single gal…)
Last month, I went on a business trip to NYC and walked into a non-descript Irish barn near Times Square. I sat down at the bar to order a beer, and struck it up with the two guys sitting next to me. The gent next to me (let’s name him “Ian”) was interested I could tell, but I knew that it wouldn’t go anywhere… I mean how could it? He is from (get this) England. With that I decided to be my self, plain and simple.
We laughed, we flirted… the whole evening was fun but very PG with no hanky panky. (I am a lady after all.) The night ended with me handing him my business card, without really giving it another thought.
Three days later I found an e-mail from him in my work inbox. From that point, communication between the two of us (even with distance and space) has accelerated to us speaking to one another on a daily basis. He is sweet and thoughtful, to the point of sending me flowers on my birthday with a secret Welsh note for me to “decode”. (Yes, birthday flowers from England.)
It’s been interesting having text, e-mail or Skype act as our middle agent in this phase of our relationship. Without being near each other, chemistry and physical attraction cant get in the way… allowing us to get to know each other pretty well.
- I know that he has a dog Freddie who he walks four times a day. Sometimes he takes him on talks near farms where there are plenty of English sheep to serve as a distraction.
- “Ian” loves his Kindle as much as I love mine, and he takes his everywhere with him. (So do I).
- He loves my American accent.
- He makes me laugh..
- “Ian” thinks the American version of the Office is funnier than the British version.
- His family has a Welsh tartan, he is proud of his heritage and reminds me of it constantly.
- “Ian” dad is a major traveler and is currently living in New Zealand.
- He is a fan of 1990’s hip hop, including Run DMC.
- He is an accountant, with responsibilities including managing a team.
- “Ian” is excited to show off Liverpool/Manchester/Dublin to me when I visit in the New Year.
- “Ian” is petrified of public speaking.
I am being wooed by a Brit who is half way around the world. From flowers on my birthday to him visiting me for New Year’s Eve…this has been epic and movie-like. I’ve stopped trying to figure what it means or where it will go. All I know is whatever is going on between us makes me happy, plain and simple.
PS— Curious what “Ayup” means? Check it out here.