However, there are times when life can surprise you and restore your faith in magic — and romantic comedies. This was one of those times. Once upon a time in a far away kingdom London , there lived three fair maidens study abroad students who set out on a journey to find Prince Charming cute foreign boys to live happily ever make out with.
With a mission in mind, we got dressed up one weekend and decided to take advantage of the fact that we lived in Soho. At the very first club we visited, we met three Irish guys who fit our criteria perfectly — they were attractive, fun and nice. More importantly? There were three of them, and three of us. They were only in town from Ireland for the weekend. We spent the night flirting and laughing — and yes, making out like floozies. When it came time for last call, we all decided we were having too much fun to cut the evening short.
With a lack of anything better to do, we decided to continue the party back at our flat. When we woke up the next morning, we bid farewell to our Irish boys and went about our Saturday, not expecting to see them ever again.
Early that afternoon, there was a knock on our door. We opened it — and found our three Irish boys standing there. Needless to say, we thought that was basically the sweetest thing ever.
And the cutest thing ever? Was the look of horror on their faces when we disclosed the fact that we were all Protestant. Once they recovered from the fact that they had spent the night with Protestant girls who knew that was still an issue? In fact, the group of us ended up spending the remainder of the weekend together. He was cute and so was his accent and we had a great time together.
