I'm going to meet the Australian I had drinks with on Friday right now.
I haven't felt these kind of butterflies in a good year or so.
Wish me luck.
Aghhh.

I've been thinking.
I've had my sights set on that one target for so long and nothing seems to be happening.
I just can't seem to get my aim right.
But then I meet you.
And you're a much easier target to hit.
Even if you're not what I was expecting,
Taking my eye off my goal for that split second gave me the best opportunity.
To meet you.
So just remember..
When you've your sights set on something..
Don't forget to take a break and look around.
Because you never know what opportunity you're missing out on...

Wow I really fancy you.
I could write something poetic but I feel just thinking about you satisfys me.
I just really want to kiss you goodbye tomorrow...........

But attractive Australian men who play guitar and sing don't just walk through Dublin city with you and sit at a bar and have drinks and talk about their life and your life and all the little bits in between.

I'm falling far too fast for a man I've known for 2 hours.
And he leaves the country on Monday.
And he's back in August.
These things happen in movies.
Boy meets girl.
Girl meets boy.
Whatever way around it was.
But the drinking in the afternoon
And the random topics of conversation.
And inviting me to your last gig in a shabby little pub on a Sunday night.
These scenes are made for film screens.
Not for my small town, broken life.

I know you 1 day and you make me feel untouchable.
****.
Ruth.
Don't fall.
Not again.

Town was packed.
But today was a good day.
I noticed you as you put your guitar down from a long hard days work.
We said hello.
I have no idea who you are but something about you makes me feel a certain kind of way.
We start talking, I asked when you were playing next.
You said in 5 minutes.
Great.
Wait.
Where?
Oh another street in Dublin?
Awesome, I'll come.
We walked and talked a bit about ourselves.
You were from Australia.
Halfway over the other side of the world.
We sat in that old coffee shop/pub.
Wait weren't you supposed to be playing again?
We talked for almost two hours.
Then we went our separate ways.
You go back to tour on Monday.
But you invite me to see you again on Sunday....
I don't know much..
But I know I will be writing about you for quite some time..