‘Good God he’s ridiculously hot.’ I thought to myself. The way he smiles at the camera, his steel blue eyes, even his stupid green hair had grown on me. I used to hate him with a passion, the sound of his voice literally made me want to stab myself in the ears with some blunt, serrated and rusty object. Even so, his Irish accent and inability to shut the fuck up had become so attractive, there was nothing I could do, I was hooked. Hopelessly and irreversibly attracted to some idiot I had accidentally discovered online when forced to try a dating website. It took me a while to catch on to the fact that he was hilarious and charismatic beyond all reason, but then once I did, it all went downhill fast.
Jack. Ridiculous and out of control, little Irish Jack.
He wouldn’t stop messaging me, all Goddamn day, every day until I would reply. I never thought it would turn into what it has but my God am I glad it did. This is my story, of being sure I would never find love again, and finding so much more when I found Jack.