Herbert Park's gone full inferno with the Big Grill festival and I've been eating my way through every stall that uses fire — smoke in my hair, chilli on my lips, and not a single man here has managed to keep eye contact past the second bite. What would you feed me, honey?
The fiddles finally kicked in and the whole room's swaying — but I needed a minute, so here I am checking my damage in the mirror. This blouse didn't survive the crowd, honey. Do I fix it or leave it?
Dublin just went dark in the middle of the day and the whole city's gone properly silent — that eclipse light does something to your skin, makes everything feel like the wrong hour. Standing on the fire escape watching it happen and I swear the air tastes different. Tell me, honey — does the world going dark make you want to find someone, or hide?
Dublin's already buzzing and the Fringe hasn't even kicked off yet — walked past the Abbey and half the street's roped off for tomorrow's launch. Got myself a spot by the river with a glass of something cold and the whole city feels like it's holding its breath. Tell me, sweetie — are you a front-row type or do you like to watch from the back?
Beat the sun to the tarmac and now I've got the whole cabin to myself before any passenger shows their face. Uniform's only half on because nobody's watching yet — but you are, aren't you, honey?
Three cocktails from a stranger at Whelan's and he didn't even try to follow me home — must be losing my touch, honey. The dress is halfway off already... what would you have done?
Eatyard's wine and cheese fest is doing dangerous things to me — third glass in and I'm rating every man here by whether he could keep up with my pairings. Tell me, sweetie — red or white?
Dublin Comic Con has the whole place heaving with capes and corsets and I fit right in — except my costume's just me, honey. Some bloke in full armour just told me I was the best thing on the floor and I believe him. Which character would you dress me up as?
Dublin's gone mad tonight — street performers everywhere, music bouncing off the buildings, and I'm standing here in a dress that's working overtime to behave. Some girl just handed me a flower from a cart and told me I looked like trouble. She's not wrong, honey. What would you drag me off to if you found me in this crowd?
Woke up in Howth with the whole festival weekend ahead of me and somehow my hands found trouble before I even got dressed. Would you be a good boy and wait, or come help?