You'd think, wouldn't you, with Dublin getting all international, that the Dublin male would learn a thing or two from his amorous European counterparts?
I recently had an encounter with one such male as I struggled to get any kind of attention from the busy bartenders at Abbey Street's Life Bar. I felt someone staring at me and sure enough, there was a lone male who immediately attempted to win me over by telling me I had `luffly hair'. Thanking him, I returned to the complex drinks quest yet, before I could grab my pint of Carlsberg, he was having another go. This time with an opening gambit that just might work on a first class thoroughbred but did no favours with me: "I really like your teeth." With that, I trotted off, alone, into thronging crowds of the Friday night boozer.
