A guy held a door open for me tonight because he said my dress was nice. He’s right; it was. I think he was Irish.

Posted on November 12, 2010 by J.

To be filed under: Things that should happen more often

and

Further proof that American boys are a “no, thank you.”

About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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