Blame it on the books…

I’m going to blame Nora Roberts.

That’s what I’m going to do.

I mean, of course I’m going to take some responsibility, but for the most part it’s her fault.

You may ask why.

You may ask who Nora Roberts even is.

Well, this quote sums it up nicely.

“Ireland is a land of poets and legends, of dreamers and rebels. All of these have music woven through and around them. Tunes for dancing or for weeping, for battle or for love.” – Nora Roberts

I think that I was about 12 when I read my first Nora novel. I remember being on a flight from Nassau, reading one of her books from cover to cover. If you’re not familiar with her, she writes romance. Sometimes there are mysteries woven in. But, at the core, they are novels about love and human relationships. They are my guilty pleasure books, and I happen to think that she writes beautifully.

She also has an obsession with Ireland.

I’m not quite sure when my fascination with the land of fields, sheep, cliffs and pubs began, but it has been present in me for a very long time. It only intensified when I visited there a few years ago. I guess that my love of all things Irish, despite the fact that I have not one kelly green bone in my body, is one reason why I seem to date a lot of Irish men. There’s something about them that I can’t put my finger on. They are manly and, for the most part, charming. They have cute smiles and pretty eyes. They have an aura of strength that makes me weak in the knees.

I don’t seek them out though. I swear! It’s not like I go out at night with the intention of landing myself a big, strapping Irishman. It just kind of . . . happens.

A few days ago, for instance, I was in a ski town with some friends, drinking at a local dive bar. A few guys were playing pool in the back, but aside from that it was rather empty. As time went on, more people began to file in, drinking away aches and pains they acquired from a day on the slopes. I was discussing what a horrible idea it was to get “Spam Fries” with a guy from London sitting next to me, when a group of Irish boys approached my friend and I. They began to talk to us as a group, but there was one who kept coming over to me. Subtly, at first. But, as time went on we began to have a rather nice conversation. Full of words like “craic” and “deadly” and “to be sure.”

I, of course, was a goner.

Happens EVERY time. For God sakes, almost every single man I write about on here has a last name beginning with Mc or O’. And why would this time be annnny different?

He was cute and sweet and friendly. A bit younger, so everything out of his mouth was a question that made it seem as though he was truly interested in what I had to say. He had reddish hair and a cute smile and though he was only an inch taller than me, his nicely toned arms made up for that fact.

It was not my intention to let things go any further than a kiss.

I wore granny panties and purposely did not shave my legs when I left my room for his.

I would only stay an hour. That was the game plan.

My willpower is zero when it comes to many men. Especially ones with accents. So, we had fun. Lots of it. And I have no real problem admitting that maybe this is just something I need to do. I need to get this kind of thing out of my system. I need to sow those wild oats and maybe even make some for breakfast. It’s taken me some time to admit that I’m the type of woman who may wind up never being married. I like to live with passion. I don’t believe in saving money when you really want to experience things. I live for today, because tomorrow is never guaranteed.

And I’m sure this will come back to bite me in the ass someday, but I’ll just find a way  to blame it on Nora.


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. amber
    Jan 07, 2011 @ 19:18:12

    HAAA! I love Nora! She writes incredibly well; she’s one of the reasons I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was young. And I completely understand about Ireland; I’ve never met an Irishman, but if I did…I suspect I’d have the same issues you do. Accents…there’s just something about them. 🙂


  2. jo
    Jan 11, 2011 @ 01:01:37

    ooh… so are you guys gonna keep in contact?

    i never quite understand the irish accent. but i totally get the draw of a man with an accent. hot!


    • Wild Oats
      Jan 11, 2011 @ 12:33:22

      We’ve had a bit of back and forth via social networking and texting, but nothing significant. We left it at if I’m in the city or he’s near me, we’ll let the other know. He said “I’ll see you soon hopefully!” so I mean I guess it’s better than him saying nothing at all, but nothing will come of it I’m sure. Just one of those things…I mean, I wouldn’t hesitate to call if I was in the city and was looking to have a bit of fun, though!

      As for the accents, that’s not even the main appeal to me. A lot of the Irish guys I date are American born, so it doesn’t have as much to do with it as the way they look…their aura of…manliness?

      I sound so silly!


  3. G/W
    Jan 13, 2011 @ 00:57:45

    I hate Nora Roberts. I really do. My mother loves her books and keeps leaving them in the bathroom. I keep berating her for reading that trash and not “real literature”… but that doesn’t stop me from reading them either. I don’t buy into them but all the plots are so compelling (mostly because they’re usually the same) and the girl in me loves to fantasize about Fabio-types.
    Personally, I blame Disney. Disney is really the root of it all. They get you at a young age.


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