The world of Irish

What is it about the Irish, they say, that they are able to entice any female with just their alluring accents and charm. Really? But have they seen the other side that goes along with it. This of course isn’t about all people from there. I had met him through what you could say a crowded room. I was trying to cross the room, and had suddenly become packed with a bunch of tall lads, that I couldn’t squeeze through and was about to get stuck, till a young man came and helped me, meeting the eyes of Irish.

He was with a colleague of his. Airline engineers. They were very polite and wanted me to return so Irish could buy me a drink. It was my turn to buy my friends and myself our round, but Irish insisted he would buy mine when I returned. When I came back, the look of the male party crush looked less inviting than for me to return to where Irish and colleague was standing and I had felt I needed to thank him.

Irish was firing questions to me, with colleague amused but very much in his late fifties and confirming Irish as the real article and not winding me up. Irish wanted to take me out. He wanted my number. I had to return to my thirsty friends on the other side of the bar. I invited if they wanted to join the group as we had to all move away from the bar.

After introductions and everyone meeting new faces, the night was fun, and still early as the bar closed, and we soon moved on two several more hideouts.

After exchange of blurry numbers, I have him messaging me. Which begins as sweet, but I could tell or sense something was not quite right. So in my direct manner, I ask if he has any baggage. His reply was that everyone has baggage. Hmmmm…

I ask if he was single. He states that his ex keeps saying they will get back together. That was a very strange reply for that sounded like what she was thinking, not what he was single or not. I knew I was to be cautious and from then he was bleeping in my inbox. I was back at work, long weekends were over and my high workload was back in play.

Up till then I had been very patient, attentive to his messaging and just making hin laugh. I would let him know I was out with friends etc. He had explained his line of work was on shift rota. I understood there would be weeks of him working non stop and then a big break. That was fine by me.

Then one day, he messaged me he was near my work place. I was in a meeting. Another bleep came through. He was having drinks and to have me join him. I said I was in a meeting and for him to still have fun. His next reply was moody, extremely impolite and downright arrogant. I sighed as i was in a meeting, my focus was needed and i couldn’t have any distractions. It was only 4.30pm.

This pleading from him went on and on, that it was a good job that I had my phone on silent. I couldnt keep checking or replying to my phone. I was in this meeting, that was to run into two hours. I sighed at the notion he was being childish and I explained that i was due out, till after this conference call, and that i was already going to be late for a friend, but i could pop out in between to see him if he still wanted to. I was meant to meet him two days later in that week as we had planned for our first meeting, but I could already feel unwell and see the work load piling up which meant the mad rush again at work. He was being inconsiderate and was not understanding at all.

He switched completely on me. He was no longer the charming and sweet guy I had met with never ending compliments. He was angry, and he was rudely ill mannered and terribly selfish.

Just because he had finished work, he could not get round in his head, why I wouldn’t drop everything to go see him. He knew i was unwell the past few days. I had offered a quick drink with him in between, with him knowing i was in my time with my friends for a show. I only suggested it as a compromise to try and please him. I was already running late as i was to jump into a cab to get to the theatre.

As the meeting tied up, we were all exhausted. I grabbed my bag, thrusted my jacket into my bag and pressed for the lift. Checking many messages, i immediately phoned him. It hit voice message. I needed to know his location so i could have that quick drink and then dash off. No reply.

I messaged him incase he had no phone reception but was able to text back. No replies. I had to make a quick decision. Cab it was. I had to hail it to carry on with my own plans. I would have to deal with him later. I couldn’t imagine he would message me through out the evening. Sigh what was he playing at?

I havent the time for this. He sounded like the world revolved around him. Whatever issues he had, was certainly from him and nothing that we have experienced between the very short amount of time we had been messaging each other. Alarm bells were ringing to get out. I arrived at the theatre, and I decided to leave a message for him, hoping he would continue with what seemed like a fun night and that I would be in touch. I said to postpone the later meeting with each other as the project at work looks bigger than I thought and I was feeling under the weather.

I didn’t hear a further peep from Irish. No apology. No explanation. No checking if I was feeling any better.

Thing is the idea, i closed that book and not looked back, I already felt ten times better off. The world does not revolve around one person and nor does it only move for that one individual when it wants to. No charm could ever make up for kind manners and the idea to understand others.