Had to make an account just to say that I met the Irish loving woman in London at the hostel we were both staying at, watched soccer at the bar while she got blacked next to me arguing with the now infamous Irish dudes about a George Michael song, she asked me to back her up, I didn’t, (she was wrong in the argument, which I pointed out) this led to her screaming at the top of her lungs “FUCK YOU BOSTON” (my city of origin) until the soon-to-be new dad pulled her away from me, didn’t see her until the game ended when she came back to get her jacket, my team had lost and as any 19 year old does when they’re in that position, I had resigned myself to drinking away the pain of the loss, I was making good headway on that front when she pushed through the crowd to start screaming at me again until her new Irish friend saw her “talking” to me and came over and threatened to fight me unless I stopped talking to his girl, I explained that I was drinking and talking to some of my buddies and that she came over to me and she wouldn’t leave me alone at which point he apologized, grabbed the woman’s jacket and her wrist and coaxed her out of the bar, I saw her the next day passing me on the street outside the hostel, she did not seem to recognize me at all from the glassy-eyed glance in my direction and as I got closer I realized her face was fittingly the same shade of green as displayed on the Irish flag.
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Had to make an account just to say that I met the Irish loving woman in London at the hostel we were both staying at, watched soccer at the bar while she got blacked next to me arguing with the now infamous Irish dudes about a George Michael song, she asked me to back her up, I didn’t, (she was wrong in the argument, which I pointed out) this led to her screaming at the top of her lungs “FUCK YOU BOSTON” (my city of origin) until the soon-to-be new dad pulled her away from me, didn’t see her until the game ended when she came back to get her jacket, my team had lost and as any 19 year old does when they’re in that position, I had resigned myself to drinking away the pain of the loss, I was making good headway on that front when she pushed through the crowd to start screaming at me again until her new Irish friend saw her “talking” to me and came over and threatened to fight me unless I stopped talking to his girl, I explained that I was drinking and talking to some of my buddies and that she came over to me and she wouldn’t leave me alone at which point he apologized, grabbed the woman’s jacket and her wrist and coaxed her out of the bar, I saw her the next day passing me on the street outside the hostel, she did not seem to recognize me at all from the glassy-eyed glance in my direction and as I got closer I realized her face was fittingly the same shade of green as displayed on the Irish flag.