Two Girls, One Line

As you know, I was recently in Dublin for a week staying with a friend--I shall refer to her as Dublin Friend.

Saturday night, we go to a pub/dance club. The night starts out slow, with some witty banter and Dublin Friend and me launching into a vigorous debate about the title of D2: The Might Ducks. At first, it appears like it will be a slow, uneventful evening. After many drinks and some dancing a nice looking gent calls my friend over (she's gorgeous btw). I force her to put her heels back on and stroll across the bar. I talk to his friend.

Dublin Friend went off with the dude and he used the following lines:

-You're gorgeous.

-You have the best eyebrows in the bar.

-You look like Marilynn Monroe.

-You look like Ingrid Bergmen.

-You're Jackie Kennedy.

-Let's get married.

Awesome lines, dude.

Later, they stroll over to me, arm around her shoulders and he pulls the EXACT SAME LINES on me--in rapid succession. Literally, I get all these lines tossed at me in one blow. I do, however, not receive the last line. Apparently, I am not marriage material; rather, I--like all American girls--look like past American sweethearts.

I don't mind him using the same lines on both Dublin Friend and myself. In fact, it is hilarious. However, I was slightly upset about the eyebrow line. I am very self-conscious about my eyebrows and to be told "they are the best in the bar" is delightful. And to learn that this line is just that, a line, took my eyebrows down a notch.

Dublin Friend makes out with Eyebrow Guy. He sings her "Man in the Mirror." I continue to chat up (and kiss) his decent looking friend. In order to indulge my own pathetic Irish fantasies, I will call him Colin Farrell. Note: He doesn't really look like C.F.

The excessive amount of alcohol clouds my judgement, and I contemplate actually going home with Colin Farrell. Bad idea, Drunk Lola. Bad idea. I decide not to, and later my friend tells me that Eyebrow Guy had told her that Colin has chlamydia. Another friend of Colin's also came up to Dublin Friend and tells her, "There's no way your friend isn't going home with my friend. But you should stop her, because he has chlamydia." That's not one, but two reports of chlamydia...

Question: Did Colin Farrell really have The Big C? Or, was this another line? Some sort of orchestrated line to either cock block (or save?) their friend...

I'm glad I didn't find out...