"Hi, I'm Andy Fallon."
"Hi. My name is Sheryl Logan."
We continued,
"Hi, I'm {Dauntless Dater}." (Dauntless is not very Irish sounding, but the real one is straight from the Old Country).
Introductions led to instruction and shortly, to the end of class. Now was my chance to make eye contact with the thirty-something guy whose knees were shoved next to mine under the too-short science lab table. I smiled as we stacked our chairs. That's when he asked, "So, do you speak Gaelic?"
My head tilted 45 degrees as I argued with myself as to whether or not I heard him right, "Uhhh, no."
That was it. End of conversation. What the?
Isn't that like asking an Italian if she speaks Latin?