Irish in disguise??

**this just in from guest correspondent Ash Hole**


Dear Scary Foreign Man,

I'm not sure what the customs are in whatever country you were spawned in, but here in America it is generally frowned upon for a man to strike up a conversation and openly hit on a girl on a train who is clearly half your age.   However, your recognition of the quintessential American college student's opening line of "What's your major" was incredibly well placed (although the conversation that followed ended up being highly regrettable considering the fact that you are insane).   My first hint that I should never have started talking to you was when you asked for my age, and I told you the truth, and you continued to flirt with me even though you were clearly twice my age. Your knowledge of the custom of the Claddagh Rings (although you most definitely were not Irish) came as quite a shock to me, the scared college girl who was trying desperately to get you to leave her alone by telling you that she was in a relationship, when her ring was clearly facing in the wrong direction for that to be true.  After seeing your anger at my blatant lie flash across your face as you pointed out that my ring was facing in the wrong direction, I must admit it was a relief when you went back to telling me how beautiful and interesting I was, and asking if you could perhaps call me sometime.  However, nothing could match the relief I felt when my stop came and I was able to run out of the train, into the safety of my car.  For the safety of myself, and all other young college girls who ride that train to and from school, I sincerely hope that following that train ride you were promptly run over by a bus, and your remains scattered by a pack of rabid coyotes.  

Much love