Luck of the Irish
Date: 4/3/2018, Categories: Trans, Author: Milik_the_Red, Source: LushStories
‘What the fuck just happened?’ The thought echoes through me like a shockwave, making my skin tingle as if lightning had just struck a nearby tree. The memories of this night have me feeling raw and exposed. I can sense her taste on my lips, and the subtle remains of her fragrance is lingering on my shirt. If not for these sensations, and the warm burn of her touch on my skin, I wouldn't believe any of it ever happened. Yet, I know it did. This is a new and exciting feeling. I want to remember it vividly, recorded in my own voice. Looking at my phone, I see the soft, red light glowing steadily, telling me it's recording every word I say. With a deep sigh, I try to capture this feeling, knowing full well that words alone could never truly express what it was to actually live it. *** I felt a rush in my veins when I woke this morning. There was an extra bounce in my step, as if I knew something special was about to happen. I didn't know what it would be, but I knew it would be big. I was newly, happily single, and ready for my life to take a turn for the better. 'You've got the luck of the Irish with you today,' I told myself. 'You better do something worthy of it tonight, boyo. Life doesn't give this gift often, especially if a man lets it slip between his fingers.' Of course, 'the luck of the Irish' is just a cliché, but as with most such phrases, there is a truth hiding behind the words. Another cliché', and one I'm particularly fond of is, 'lucky at cards, unlucky at love.' ...