Date About Town
We have a new guest blogger - "Date about town" who will be filling us in on her latest encounters in the Dating scene in Ireland. Here is her first installment - I look forward to reading your comments on it......
When in a social setting, if approached by a man who has a friend by his side, I will on 9 out of 10 occasions brutally ignore The Approacher and make eyes at the friend. This is because since my schooldays i have believed that the guy who plays the role of friend in these situations is probably a damn nice person. After all, he has agreed to act as a wingman. He has agreed to laugh at his friend's jokes and subtly leave when a snog is on the cards. He has agreed to sacrifice his own needs in order to support his friend who is in need of assistance when out on the pull. Should The Approacher at any time need to leave the conversation briefly, the Friend will confess that The Approacher is a great guy with unquantifiable hidden depths, while also ensuring that nobody else approaches the girl in question. The Approachers in my experience had always been far too sure of themselves, playing the part of man about town with a swagger, and that wasn't what I wanted at all. I was in a pub recently and was approached by a loud, confident rugby type called Breffni (obviously). So immediately I checked out Alan, standing staunchly but unobtrusively by his side. Alan had the look of the all round Nice Guy about him. While Breffni barked about the property market I slipped into a reverie involving Alan doing voluntary work at the ISPCA every Saturday, Alan insisting on holding doors open for me, Alan proclaiming to all who will listen that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. Before long Breffni went on the inevitable trip to the bar which left Alan and myself excitingly unchaperoned. This was Alan's big moment - his cue to tell me how Breffni had wanted to meet a lovely girl like me and how although he said he worked in sales, he was actually a paediatrician and just didn't want people to know. But I was jerked dramatically out of my daydream when Alan's tongue was suddenly shoved so far down my throat I thought I'd gag. I was disgusted! At least Breffni had taken the time to chat. Alan had completely shafted him and to make matters worse then asked for my number quickly as Breffni'd be back any minute (having bought drinks for all three of us, poor misguided fool). I met a friend a few days later who works with Breffni and Alan and I mentioned that I'd met them. She was all excited because while Alan's a notorious womaniser and general eejit, his friend Breffni apparently does a huge amount of work for Greenpeace and she thought we'd be great together. So ladies, if a man approaches you, give him the time of day. And Men, god love you, you can never win!
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When in a social setting, if approached by a man who has a friend by his side, I will on 9 out of 10 occasions brutally ignore The Approacher and make eyes at the friend. This is because since my schooldays i have believed that the guy who plays the role of friend in these situations is probably a damn nice person. After all, he has agreed to act as a wingman. He has agreed to laugh at his friend's jokes and subtly leave when a snog is on the cards. He has agreed to sacrifice his own needs in order to support his friend who is in need of assistance when out on the pull. Should The Approacher at any time need to leave the conversation briefly, the Friend will confess that The Approacher is a great guy with unquantifiable hidden depths, while also ensuring that nobody else approaches the girl in question. The Approachers in my experience had always been far too sure of themselves, playing the part of man about town with a swagger, and that wasn't what I wanted at all. I was in a pub recently and was approached by a loud, confident rugby type called Breffni (obviously). So immediately I checked out Alan, standing staunchly but unobtrusively by his side. Alan had the look of the all round Nice Guy about him. While Breffni barked about the property market I slipped into a reverie involving Alan doing voluntary work at the ISPCA every Saturday, Alan insisting on holding doors open for me, Alan proclaiming to all who will listen that I was the best thing that ever happened to him. Before long Breffni went on the inevitable trip to the bar which left Alan and myself excitingly unchaperoned. This was Alan's big moment - his cue to tell me how Breffni had wanted to meet a lovely girl like me and how although he said he worked in sales, he was actually a paediatrician and just didn't want people to know. But I was jerked dramatically out of my daydream when Alan's tongue was suddenly shoved so far down my throat I thought I'd gag. I was disgusted! At least Breffni had taken the time to chat. Alan had completely shafted him and to make matters worse then asked for my number quickly as Breffni'd be back any minute (having bought drinks for all three of us, poor misguided fool). I met a friend a few days later who works with Breffni and Alan and I mentioned that I'd met them. She was all excited because while Alan's a notorious womaniser and general eejit, his friend Breffni apparently does a huge amount of work for Greenpeace and she thought we'd be great together. So ladies, if a man approaches you, give him the time of day. And Men, god love you, you can never win!
Remember best comment of the week wins a months free membership on MaybeFriends.com - Great People. Great Friends. Great Dates.
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Who knew people could call their sons Breffni? So Candace Bushnell's working for MBF now. Or the Irish version, Candida Bushmills.
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