I was out on the piss with my sister and her friends one night in October. I hadn't had such an exciting life, the nerdy girl at school, never had a boyfriend before, never really had the time in between college and work, it had never really bothered me, you don't miss what you don't know.
I was on my second Vodka and coke when he walked in. I was 21, and I later found out he was 19, Mat Bridle, sexy as fuck!
He sauntered in and said hey to the group and sat down next to my sister, Emma, she gave me a sly wink.
"Mat this is my little sister, Lucy." She said. He turned to me and gave me half a smile. My breath caught in my chest.
"Hey sexy! How come I have never met you before?" He asked.
"Oh I live in Ireland, I came over yesterday for two weeks." I replied.
"I see, an Irish girl, huh?" he asked.
"No, I'm not Irish!" I stated, "I was born here, and I lived here until I was sixteen, so that makes me English."
"Yeah...yeah...whatever you say, do you want another drink, Irish?"
"Erm...yeah...okay." I answered.
He went up to the bar to get the drinks and my sister turned to me "He's cute isn't he! Do you like him?"
"Hell yeah, he is so sexy!" I answered. Just then I felt a hand on the bare skin of my back, I turned expecting to see Mat back next to me. Instead I was greeted by a guy who was old enough to be my granddad.
"Hey pretty young thing, where have you been hiding all my life?" he slurred.
"Well for the first 50 years I was just a twinkle in my daddy's eye" I said sarcastically.
"You wanna date a real man?" he leered.
"If by 'real' you mean 'old' then no. Besides my boyfriend wouldn't like that!" I said.
"I don't see no boyfriend." he said as he ran his hand up my thigh.
"That would be me nobjockey." Mat replied as he sat beside me, putting the drinks on the table, then wrapping his arm around me.
I breathed deep, partly because I was glad he came back when he did, but mostly because of the jolt of electricity that ran through my body when his hand made contact with my skin.
The old guy walked off looking for another girl to hit on.
"I have to go meet Martin," my sister said, "we will be back in about an hour." She headed for the door, turned back to me and mouthed "Have fun!"
I turned back to Mat, who still had his arm around me, "So how did you meet Emma?" I asked.
"I am much more interested in talking about you than your older sister." he said.