Tuesday, August 4, 2015

Until We Meet Again...

Remember that English guy I met on an Irish pub crawl week one of this trip? Yeah. We have been non-stop talking (when I have wifi, of course), and he decided to visit me in Liverpool. He drove 2.5 hours. So sweet.


The situation was funny. He bought a new car that morning and spent all day figuring out insurance and taxes and actually traveling far to pick up the car. Then he drove the opposite direction to see me! What a gem. When he got to my dorm, we had no idea about the parking situation. So I hopped in his car, and we circled the city 3 times before finally finding a legal spot. I saw my friends walking past us at one point, so I waved. They probably thought I was being kidnapped, but at least it was in a cool car... Nah, I told them he was coming, no surprises.


We talked for hours and laughed a lot. It was absolutely awesome. I'm still not over his English accent. We kept making fun of certain words or phrases the other one used. He made me say words like aluminum and garage because they say it differently there. It's weird. I feel like I've known him for a really long time. And I think he's a great guy.

I don't want to gush too much, but I made him take a chalkboard picture with me. It's tacky, and he hates taking pictures, but he did it for me. How nice :)


He definitely became that Prince Charming that Princess Amy was after. So we shall see what happens...

All I know is that I sent him home with a gift in the form of a pringles can. But, inside was a letter I wrote to him before he came, a keychain with his last name on it (that I found randomly in Ireland), the wristband I wore that I kept from the pub crawl where we met, and a special necklace I had with me. It was a Hope in a Bottle necklace.

Backstory: A couple of years ago I decided to make necklaces and keychains that had little bottles at the end with a piece of paper saying "hope!" in them. Hence the name Hope in a Bottle. They raised money for juvenile diabetes, which my dad has. Here's a pic of some keychains:
Anyway, I gave him this pringles can full of goodies because I'm a romantic person with nothing less than a huge heart. No, I'm not tooting my own horn. I just believe in love and fairytales. And there's nothing wrong with living mine the way I want to. 

So people can sit and judge me for talking to this guy once I return to America, on a 5 hour time difference, through whatsapp. I might have judged me too like a month ago. But I'm just going to go with the flow and see what happens. 

All I know is that my heart is happy that I met him. 

peace.much love.meep
-amyjoy

P.S. If you vomited after reading this, I don't blame you. And mom and dad, don't worry, I will never get into another strangers' car in Liverpool ever again. Promise.

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