*Update*

While the thoughts in this story remain true, the “happy ending” vibe is no longer.

*Original Story*

This story is dedicated to everyone who listened to me during the times where I had poor luck with girls. Thank you for telling me to “hang in there” and for those of you said “one day, it will just happen, and it will be wonderful”. Although your words seemed so far from reality at the time, I can now truly say that they came true. And it is indeed wonderful.

Note: This story is three months in the making, and long overdue.

It took me so long to write this story that some details may be a little fuzzy or even embellished, but the premise remains true; this is the story of how I met my girlfriend.

Saturday was St. Patty’s day. I celebrated my 1/8th Irish heritage with nearly a full bottle of Jameson whiskey. I started drinking at around 10 AM, and ended up getting a sick and passing out in the back seat of my car at around 4 PM. Let’s just say I overdid it a little!
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