Crazy Irish Chicks And My Near Brush With The TV Show "Cheaters"

So my friend from Ireland Edel is getting married next summer. We’ve been friends for a little over 3 years now and in fact, she was whom I stayed with during my trip to the Emerald Isle. It’s funny because normally, she’s the one who has fallen off the face of the earth requiring me to use every semblance of Catholic guilt I can muster to get her to write back. However, since my recent move, she has actually been the one who has been using that good ole' guilt. And it’s all because she is now a settled woman. She used to be the crazy one on the prowl, always out having a good time with plenty of booze and music, disappearing for weeks with not such much as an email. Now, she is the one who is asking where I’ve been hiding. She now worries about me working as much as I do with no love life to speak of. She is currently looking at her single friends trying to fix me up in an effort to get me to move over (she and her mother, my sweet adopted Irish mam, Annie are always telling me to just quit my job and move over there).

It’s a funny thing how life reverses course now and then. One minute I'm the one strutting the streets proud as the only rooster in the yard with a 100 horny hens. The next minute, I've become my mom and dad, looking forward to just getting home so you can take off my shoes, relax in front of the tube, and just veg on a Friday night. It seems Edel and I have both turned into our respective parents with the difference being she is engaged and the only commitment I have is a 2-year contract with Sprint (who by the way as a phone carrier absolutely suck ass). I often make the joke at work but it’s so true: nothing living relies on me for its existence … except maybe that fungus in the fridge. Maybe I’m still single in some part because of my greatest fear: getting married and becoming one of those Wal-Mart couples that aren’t really attracted to one another any more and just becoming more and more miserable as life goes on … (shudder). You guys know the couple … YNH sees them all the time …..

So Edel is now on the verge of getting married and I’m very happy for her. I’ll be flying over to Ireland in early May for the wedding (I need a date … lol ….any takers?) BUT …there is a bit of jealousy in me. Yeah, part of me says “Damn, that should be her coming over for YOUR wedding; not vice versa.” I even have to admit, I’ve even thought about ML’s crazy ass (don’t worry; it’s just a fleeting thought). It is hard to leave someone who is pretty hot and does it for ya' in the sack. But staying with ML probably would’ve meant I’d be on the show Cheaters with cameras rolling as I’d confront her and one of those cheesy “Chachi” sorts she always seems to having lurking around her (the guys with the spiked frosted hair, silk club shirts with the top 4 buttons open, sunglasses on all the time, enough jewelry to make Paris Hilton a wee bit jealous, and wearing enough Axe body spray to render a colony of rats sterile). The funny thing is, the more I think about the bad times, the more I realize that I’m better off alone and content than to be with someone hot and miserable. Then again, who knows? Maybe Edel will come through with some really cute, nice Irish gal and I’d find a reason to move to Ireland. (I can already hear Alan saying there are no nice Irish gals … lol).