Today I'm going to tell the story of how I found a blogger who has become dear to my heart, my fellow Irishman, Francis Lee aka The Angry Lurker. Now the big Irishman had to live through my meeting him, but he doesn't have a clue of what was going through my head during that "first encounter of the Irish kind."
Shortly after I began blogging, I started following A Beer For The Shower and one day while going to leave a comment....
I saw a face, an undeniably Irish face. Naturally, I clicked on that avi, read his profile and began my campaign to get to know him. Now you would think this would be easy, one Irish person getting to know another. Well you'd be wrong as nothing is ever easy when you're Irish.
Most people tend to be a bit cautious when approaching a big Irishman who calls himself Angry. But I'm not most people. I'm an Irish female so I did what comes naturally.
I approached him head-on, asking him questions about himself and demanding that he answer them. I'd leave these audacious comments and then return to my blog to wait. What was I waiting for you ask. I was waiting for him to come to my page and answer my questions. I didn't expect him to answer on his blog like I would anyone else. No, he was Irish and he should just know what I expected of him. Well, he didn't respond to my questions.
It was like he'd thrown down the gauntlet and there was no way I wasn't going to pick that gauntlet up. I prepared myself for a siege, knowing this could take time. But I had plenty of time and I was determined. I'd get to know him if it killed us both.
The Hubby was well aware of my frustration as he could hear me cussing and the sound of dishes as I hurled them at the wall was hard to miss. Being familiar with how I operate and having survived getting to know me himself, The Hubby would just shake his head and say "That poor man, I feel so sorry for him."
It took months, but finally he answered some of my questions, but one thing still remained. Those dot, dot, dots of his. And so began what I like to call....
The Battle Of The Dot, Dot, Dots. I tried everything. I kidded him about it, I got angry at him and I finally began to dot, dot, dot him on his page. He wouldn't budge. I dug in my heels and the game was afoot.
Now The Hubby dot, dot, dots people when he communicates in writing. When I told him of my frustration with the big Irishman he had this to say "You haven't changed me, you'll never change him. Good Luck."
Well I didn't change Fran but I did talk to him. I told him how hard it is for me living here in the States and how terribly lonely it gets. He understood and was kind to me and that has made it easier for me to live here away from my people and away from my home.
So today I'd like to say Thank You Fran, for being my friend, for tolerating me and for making my days a little brighter. Happy Birthday ya big Irishman.