Happy St. Paddy's Day

Happy St. Patrick's Day folks.  Cheers with a green brew. 

I want to talk about finding my one and only four leaf clover.  Yes I still have it.          June 2022.

I remember the day well, it was sunny and warm out and I took myself to St Julien Park in London.   I have a favourite tree that I lay under and read for hours on end, however today my friend Philly decided to meet me there.   Instead of reading we talked about life, love and everything in between, as I was talking I was plucking grass and little did I know, the little patch I was plucking had a four leaf clover in it.  

Let's back track a bit to the day I met Philly.    My friend Debbie and I decided we were going out to play pool, the bar at the time was called Norma Jeans.   Little did we know what fate had in store for us. 

 Philly was there with his friend Sean. He was the ultimate wing man. 

  Don't ya know, Debbie took a fancy to Sean... I wasn't interested in anyone, I was still reeling from my firefighter friend.  I was there purely for the pool and of course drink Alexander Keiths.  As Debbie and Sean soon started talking, I introduced myself to Philly. We ended up playing pool most of the night and talking about everything that came to mind.  Next thing I knew we were exchanging phone numbers.  We became fast friends.  We hung out a lot. We clicked. The humour and sarcasm that flowed from his mouth kept me laughing till my sides hurt. He was hilarious. 

He soon became someone I wanted to be around. His personality was contagious. He was always the half full kind of guy. The nice guy if you will. We ended up kissing a few times, nothing more.

He always told me he had allergies when he was around me, I was so confused at first.  Did he not like the way I smelled? Was he allergic to my perfume?   Nope. Turned out, his allergies were in his pants...every time we were together, talking or a little kiss...his pants got really tight in a certain spot.  I am laughing as I am writing this, the memory of me laughing hysterically when he owned up to the "allergies" is something I will never forget...I could barely breathe...yes he's that funny.

We never ventured in the dating realm. We were content on being friends, or at least that is what I thought.  He was a jokester.  I had no idea he was interested in pursing  things with me, we were friends. After he kept trying to take me out, I finally understood he actually cared for me.  I cared for him too, but not in the same sense.  

One night, he came over to my place, I was having a really bad day.  He just cuddled me tight.  The next I knew we were kissing and his hand was in my shirt.   He was so gentle. I had to pull back, Philly was not a FWB kind of guy, and I was deep in the DGAF era of life. I respected him. My way of preserving our friendship was not to give into the temptations of the body. 

Yes, it made it very awkward for awhile to be around him.   I knew what he wanted after that.     He stills messages me,  calls me stunning, everything you want to  hear to this day.    I cherish this man.  I nicknamed him flaky Phil, there were times over the years where he'd asked to see me, and I would agree only for something to come up and he'd bail.   I get it,  I probably deserved the bails more than anyone.  I would date others and he'd patiently ask if it was his turn.  I even got married and divorced, he has been the one who stood beside me through a lot of highs and lows.  I look at him and consider him to be a  brother.   He is every kind of wonderful, I'm so blessed he's part of my life.   He wants to come to Paris with me.... I think to play chaperone, so I don't get into trouble with any European men.   Or he simply wants to be a "cock block"  I am debating still. With him by my side, it would be a trip to remember.  I shall keep you all posted 🤣 

Back to finding the four leaf clover.  ☘️  Irish folklore says: 

A four leaf clover is a symbol of good luck.   Each leaf has a special meaning.  Love, Faith, Hope, Luck.... It is sad, only 1 in 10,000 clovers have an extra leaf.  I was lucky enough to find one. Coincidence? Nahh it it was fate. Written in the stars for me to find.. 

I still have it.  Only problem is, I tried to preserve it in wax... what a stupid idea...like I said before, I am full of ideas, some good some bad. This just happened to one of my many bad ones.    Now my four leaf clover is buried beneath a layer of white candle wax.  At least I have a witness who saw it, so you all don't think I'm delulu.  ;)

peace,love,hope&luck be with you all, 

Carrie