Gaelic Girl Tessa
by Gaelic Girl TessaRSS 
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- A Merry Christmas in Cork and saying goodbye to my new home in Ireland
- A fairytale Irish ball - a dream come true for our American student in Cork
- Ireland's love of music discovered - from buskers on the street to Guinness Jazz Festival
- Reactions to an American in Ireland – the good, the bad, and the ugly
- Taking advantage of the ‘Savage’ party scene – having the ‘craic’ in Galway city
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I recently went to Door 51 – a magnificent pub, by the way; their drinks menu is awesome – with a group of new Irish acquaintances. We were getting to know each other in the typical way, swapping stories and laughing, and I was describing one of my more nightmarish first dates when one of the girls caught me completely off guard.
“God, that’s hilarious,” she said, giggling. “You know. I don’t think I’ve ever had a ‘first date.’”
“What?”
I'm still a little shell-shocked from the experience, actually. Perhaps it was an anomaly, but I think I'll think I'll pass on Irish theater from now on, and just go back to pubs for my evening entertainment.
However, true confessions – my favorite Irish hair is natural. Ireland has long been stereotyped as an isle of redheads, and the rumors are all true; I count between six and ten gingers a day, wondering to myself if they have any idea that they've won the genetic lottery. It doesn't get any better than being born an Irish redhead, after all.
