I'd say it's been a really long while since I've felt like writing. I walked in with the Nappa Dori knock offs because they made me feel as confident as wearing the originals, and searched for him. He insisted he sat towards the right so my eyes searched, however all I saw were mirrors. Then he pulled aside a velvet maroon curtain and smiled at me. I followed him inside and sat at a table that had 2 pints of Guinness laid. I hadn't realised how perfect a start this had already been. Hi, I'm Jack; Jack from The Titanic. I made a small comment about something mundane and we both shared a short laugh that quickly turned into long threads of conversation that wove from one to the next as effortlessly as waves build up. We shared stories of riots, goof and pain and all of a sudden the hour hand had moved halfway across the clock and I had to remind myself to put on both my shoes, so he wouldn't have to come in search of me. But he insisted on sharing the walk back home and as we paused near the bridge and hugged farewell, two Dubliners shared an intimate moment. But she had to pull away for fear of giving away too much, and as she rushed up the stairs all he saw was a shy girl sprint away with a part of him. He ruffled his hair and walked back towards Rathfarnham.
