"Hi Brad. You messaged me by mistake. I'm actually in Ireland."
"My Irish princess! Thank you for replying. My heart skipped a beat when I saw your message. Yes my darling, I know you're in the Emerald Isle - the land of myths and enchantment from whence my ancestors came.
Oh princess, my Celtic princess, as I read your profile each word made my head light with excitement and my heart soar with joy and hope until I found myself asking "Could she be THE ONE? Have I finally found my destiny?"
You are enchanting. Already - and we have yet to speak or hold hands - but already I am drawn to you. This is surely meant to be. What is distance my love but a simple wordly barrier that the heart can easily overcome. I believe in the immeasurable power of love. True love will endure any distance, traverse any desert, scale any mountain.
I await your reply with longing in my heart."
"In the name of Jesus would ya feck off outta that and don't be annoying me with your feckin myths and your destiny.
I'm in another continent ya bloody eejit. Sure I can't afford the bus into town for the a pint, never mind taking meself off to Idaho or feckin Los Angeles or wherever you're from.
Go on away outta that boy and get your head checked out. That lightheadedness doesn't sound good at all, not to mention the heart swelling or soaring or whatever shyte you said.
Irish princess me hole."
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