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Galway Girls (Part 30)

I had a nice long couch right in front of the TV. Always hoping that someday I’d have a nice, pretty woman who would want to sit beside me. That plan had hopefully finally panned out. The room itself was small, plain, and minimalistic. It was dark. The curtains had been left closed in a bid to create a better ambiance. The large 50-inch TV was probably the most impressive thing in the room though I doubt it made much of an impression on her.

“Want to watch a film? I have a nice romance one saved.”

“Yeah, sure put it on.”

I switched on the TV and drove my wheelchair perpendicular to the couch before transferring onto it. She sat down beside me.

“You look so sexy when you swing your bum around,” she teased.

My face grew crimson.

“Thanks,” I replied with a wide smile.

She smelled of cinnamon perfume. The film started.

I wondered what I should do. Should I make a move or stay quiet watching the film?

She rested her head on my shoulder. My heart started to beat faster. Then she licked my ear. I looked into her blue eyes and leaned forward into a passionate kiss.

Galway Girls (Part 29)

It seemed to take forever for Saturday to take an age for Friday to finally arrive. I was so looking forward to it, that I counted every minute. It couldn’t come fast enough. My nights were filled by late night text messages and by thoughts of her being in the bed with me.. The passion that there would be.

Eventually, the day came. I made sure my dingey little apartment looked and smelled as good as possible. A hoovering here, some Febreze there. I just hoped that she liked Lasagna. All the time I could feel my heart beating that little bit faster. Then her voice crackled over the intercom.

I pressed on the button for the door to automatically open and there she was. She looked radiant. Her curly blonde hair was now draped over her bare shoulders, the black tank top showing off her ample cleavage. A large smile greeted me before she cane closer and kissed me on the lips. It felt like heaven.

“So, this is your gaffe?” she said peering in my eyes.

I tried to think of something funny, something to immortalize the moment but instead came out with the rather bland, “It is.”

“So are you going to show me around?” she asked still enthused.

“Well, this is my kitchen and dining area behind me. My bedroom is in to the right and sure, follow me into my sitting room.”

I decided it would be overly optimistic to go straight to the bedroom.

Galway Girls (Part 28)

“Just be careful,” Bianca said quietly, “I wouldn’t like to see you getting hurt.”

The conversation was getting all too serious now so I mischievously brought up her Garda guy. He was older and usually only met her late at night..

“So, what about your Garda fella? Still on the radar?”

“Oh, the less said about that, the better.”

Tony couldn’t help but chip in.

“No booty call so?”

“Would you fuck off?” she replied to our laughter.

With our cappuccinos and scones finished it was time to make the short trip back to the office.

It did give me pause for thought. Was I just setting up myself for a world of pain?

What sort of life could I offer her anyway?

I need not have worried, I still had a few hours of scrolling through spreadsheets to look forward to.

Later that evening as I relaxed in front of the television I texted Lizzie.

  • So what are you up to?
  • L: Working late. Hope you are good x
  • Yeah, I’m grand. What do you work as anyway?
  • L: Trainee solicitor.
  • What a clever girl. Better try to keep hold of you. Lots of dosh lol
  • L: I will probably be replaced by AI any day now lol
  • Thinking of you a lot xx
  • L: Coming to see you next Sat. Arrive at 2 pm. Meet at your house. That ok?
  • Excellent xxx

My heart throbbed. She was coming.

Galway Girls (Part 27)

I had a little routine that I religiously, albeit subconsciously followed at work and the first thing was to check my email on Outlook. The good news, there were only ten new ones. I loved my job as an accountant technician. Always a new challenge to face.

Then I remembered to check my text messages. As I had hoped, it was from her.

  • Sorry about last night. My Grandma really was unwell. I’ll be down to see just you soon xx
  • I can’t wait xx

It immediately put me in good form.

“What are you so happy about?”

It was Bianca, my fellow co-worker and good friend.

“I’ll tell you at tea,” was my quick response.

That was another part of my daily routine. Going to meet Bianca and Tony who worked upstairs for the elevenses. Everything was always up for discussion, especially our sex lives.

Time flew and before I knew it was break time. We always went to the same spot. A place, not too close that we would be bumping into clients but also not so far away that we wouldn’t have time to actually chat.

“So, she was late and barely met you at all because of her sick Grandma,” Bianca said as she sat down beside me with our order.

“Yes.”

“Are you in love?” Tony asked me cheekily.

“Are you serious? I only just met her!”

But, inside I thought yes I am.

Galway Girls (Part 26)

I woke up the next day with a hangover. That wouldn’t have bothered me if it hadn’t been a work day. It took some self-talk to convince myself to leave my comfortable soft pillow and bed. My head was pounding and my throat almost painfully dry.

I made a mental note to myself to have greater discipline next time, hoping I hadn’t let myself down the night before. Even though, I knew there wasn’t much point. I went out to my kitchen and prepared myself some toast and tea. My stomach wasn’t in a mood to tolerate much else.

I ordered Alexa to turn on Midlands Radio 3. Music immediately blared out but it was throbbing through my skull,

Alexa – Volume 6.

That was much better. As the song ended, the presenter said that a scorcher had been forecast for that.

I slowly ate my breakfast and headed out the door.

My apartment was only two streets away from where I worked. It was a simple journey on mostly wide footpaths along commercial streets of terraced shops and restaurants with overhead apartments.

I felt the buzz of my phone as I passed the smell of burgers from a fast food outlet. I decided to keep going and look at it work as I was nearly.

A few moments later I had arrived and turned on the computer.

Galway Girls (Part 24)

The days were getting longer, the bleak winter was just a horrid afterthought. I could now feel the warmth of the sun on my face as I admired the lush, green trees that were dotted around my urban landscape and the plethora of birds in the sky.

These were the best of days. The warm weather. A decent job but most importantly Leslie. She was my first and last thought of each day. We discussed everything about each other.

Our favorite films – “Gattaca” for me, and “Die Hard” for her.

Music – Eminem for me, Coldplay for her.

Location – Galway for me, Dublin for her.

The list would just go on and on. There was nothing I didn’t want to know about her.

Then it happened. She was coming to see her Gran and would meet me afterward. It was set for a Saturday. It was to be a flying visit but would help us plan her next longer stay. We arranged to meet at 7pm in an accessible pub close to my apartment called The Court.

All that day, the anticipation built. She sent messages telling me she was on her way. I decided to get over to the pub at 6pm to get a bite to eat before she arrived. It was largely empty apart from the odd staff member and one or two people watching the horse racing that was blaring in the corner. The dinners provided there were always delicious and I went for the Chicken Supreme with a vodka and coke.

A young chubby barwoman took my order and delivered it to my table twenty minutes later. The smell of the freshly cooked chicken whetted my appetite and I quickly tore into it.

Galway Girls (Part 23)

My heart skipped a beat. She regularly came to Mullingar. What were the chances?

I immediately sent her a text back

You must know the town well so? I live in a flat near the County Buildings. Do you know Mount Street?

No, I don’t really know the town that well. She’s in a nursing home on the outskirts.

Oh right, guess I’ll have to show you one of the days lol

Yeah, I’d like that.

That ended the texting for the day. My dinner was due to arrive at my flat and the hunger was taking over.

Then as I lay in bed later that night, my phone suddenly lit up.

I quickly picked it up and tried to see who it was. It took a few seconds for my eyes to readjust to the bright screen. To my surprise, it was her.

Hey, are you still up?

I wasn’t but told her I was. My sleep could wait.

We messaged back and forth. Then things gradually turned sexual.

You have such beautiful eyes.

I can’t wait to see you again babes.

I want to kiss you and so much more.

Tell me more.

Eventually, my hand got tired from pressing the small buttons and I told her that we would talk the next day.

And we did and the day after.

Galway Girls (Part 22)

We spent another ten minutes catching up as a throng of people passed by. A mixture of all ages, shapes, and sizes. Normally my brain would be sizzling, thinking of all their different stories. But not this time. My mind was still foggy from the night before and Ronan seemed only marginally better.

Then we decided it was time to head back home to Mullingar.

A shower was just starting as the lift raised me and my electric wheelchair up into the back of the van. Briefly, I got the smell of wet grass.

The journey home took an hour and a half. It gave us plenty of time to chat.

Mostly it was reminiscing about our previous trips and the different sporting occasions that were coming up.

Then just as we were driving off the motorway and into Mullingar, I felt the buzzing sensation of my mobile. Instinctively, I knew it was her –

I wasn’t sure if you would message but I’m glad you did. Are you still in Galway? x

Of course, I did. No, nearly home now.

Where’s that again?

Mullingar.

Oh, that’s where my Gran lives. I actually go and see her quite often. She is in a nursing home.

Galway Girls Part 20

Once I had quenched my thirst and filled my stomach, thoughts turned to what we would do next. Sean said that he had to head back to work but that myself and Ronan should have a walk around the town.

“Yeah, that would be a good idea Paul,” Ronan interjected, “I’d like to wait another hour or two to make sure I’m under the limit.”

I nodded in agreement.

Sean headed off and we made our way through the bustling city. Galway is a mixture of the old and the new with the sound of music coming from the many buskers on the streets that are pedestrianized.

We pass over the mighty Corrib. It has a fast flow and I pause and admire its rapids. The sweet smell of the sea entered my nostrils.

But all the time my mind kept drifting back to the previous night. The thought of her on top of me, her soft breasts. Then Ronan snapped me back to reality pointing out we were close to where we’d been the previous night.

After a while, we stopped to have a coffee in one of the many coffee shops that dotted the place. They are mostly small and quaint, with smiling staff.

As Ronan went to the counter, I finally opened the note that had been left for me that morning –

Message me Leslie Xxx 087-65XXXXX

Now, what should my first message be?

Galway Girls (Part 19)

And out the door of my hotel room, I went. I knew what I really needed now – a nice Irish breakfast with lots of tea. I knew something was missing though. Oh yeah, my mates. I knew it would be prudent to give them a call, they were my only way of getting home after all.

I stopped my electric wheelchair and reached for my phone. Now which one to ring. I decided on Ronan. He promptly answered .

“Hey.”

He sounded alert.

“Hey Ronan, just heading downstairs for a bite to eat. What are you up to?”

“I’m down here with Sean already. Sure we’ll see you in a min.”

“Excellent, see you then.”

I wasn’t sure it was but I had to say it. I knew a ribbing was coming.

I switched on the chair and made my way down. Sure enough, they were there waiting for me just inside the bar area. It was quiet. Wry smiles were etched on their faces.

Sean led the charge.

“Oh look who wants our company now. Are you sure we’re good enough? You couldn’t lose us quick enough last night.”

“That was different.” That was the best half-hearted defense I could muster.

“Oh, women before friends is it? Poor Ronan didn’t get a moment’s kip last night. From telling us you love us to dumping us cos of some skirt. At least tell us you got laid.”

“I did.”

“I guess it’s okay so. You could have brushed your hair though.”

They both laughed at my expense. Not that I minded once I knew some sausages and rashers were on the way.