Between Sleeps

You are annoyed because you like him. Well, maybe you’re annoyed because you let yourself like him. There’s only you to blame in all of this. Because last time you liked, you ended up naked, curled into the smallest ball you could make out of your long legs, and stared at the wall. It wasn’t…

Hey man, I’m still at least 15 minutes away.  A thick Dublin accent cutting through one of the first chilly evenings in Dublin.  Yeah, sorry.  Someone fucking pissed on the Luas.  The three of us looked at each other with the look that says, another day, another slay on the red line Luas and then…

I’ve been sitting on this one for a while–it’s actually the story that began Dubless in Dublin.  I’d like to say that it’s because I’ve had multiple papers and I am working on my dissertation, and while that’s true, we all know that never stopped me from cranking out a bangin nonfic essay.  Honestly, the…

This time, I bring to you a short update to Dubless in Dublin even though I’ve made you wait for so many weeks.  I do apologize for that, I don’t mean to be sporadic but the dating scene can get exhausting, and writing about it like it’s all fun and games is just not entirely…

Alright guys, let’s get serious for a second…have you ever left this dimension?  Because we have.  Oh, where’s the portal you ask? Ti Joe Watty’s on Inis Mor in Galway Bay, if you must know.  Things happen in Joe Watty’s that would (maybe the better word is should) never happen in this dimension.  Seeing your…

To provide more context to how we came to know the ‘R’ sound is absolutely and egregiously disgusting in an American accent, we must go back to our first week in Dublin in which my other dear roommate was becoming acquainted with the Trinity College gym and sports facilities. And I don’t know if it’s…

As I think about how to write about each of our experiences with dating, I realize that perhaps I hold antiquated views of what heterosexual dating ought to look like.  There are rules about dating to make women believe that chivalry isn’t dead, just long enough to lure her in before true colors are uncovered. …

When I moved to Ireland, I started a Hinge profile (sort of) as a joke, but more so as a way to mindlessly fill my time because I had no friends and not a lot of coursework yet (operational word here is yet).  I was catching up with my mom on the phone one day…