Ross Castle: A Dating Story
On one of my trips to Ireland I met a boy. His name was Shane. Cute, right? Doesn't get more leprechan than that. The boy and I met at a pub/club one night. Some of the tourists on my bus walked me there since my sister didn't want to go out. The club was called "The Crypt" and perhaps that should have been a fair warning to stay away. We had been staying in Killarney and my dancing feet just didn't want to stay in. At the end of the night, instead of letting me walk home, the boy offered to drive me. Because I was once a bit reckless and stupid, I obliged him. And anyway, he was cute. Ya'll know how I have a thing for the exports. And we segwayed with a nightly tour around town. He showed me the bar where he worked weekends, local eateries that had now closed for the evening, and he took me to Ross Castle. It was spooky and magical. I wondered if he would murder me and leave my listless body t...