Ink wrote:Hey, I'm blushing. Damn that pale Irish skin.
OMG he's an Irishman!
I'll never forget one day after work about 17 years ago. I was about 21 and unattached (with a killer figure and not bad looking either - oh how things change). Anyway I was walking to my car, and a young Irish gentleman was approaching from the opposite direction. I was minding my own business when just before we passed each other he tipped his cap, nodded in the most gentlemanly way, and said “Top o’ the dee to ye mamm.” Oh my goodness gracious me, did I go weak in the knees or what? I must have sounded like a right royal git. Being as shy as I am, I quickly ducked me chin to my chest, mumbled something incomprehensible and hurried on my way – butterflies still fluttering in my chest as I climbed into my car. Oh how I wish I could relive that moment with a bit more grace and poise. LOL. Now that’s one hell of a sucker for an Irish accent wouldn’t you think?