Heart Breaker Dream Maker

I have now been to 3 fairs and visited 4 schools, and I made it safely South of the Mason-Dixon today for the beginning of my epic 3+ week trip.

Success on all fronts so far...expect in the love department. I thought y'all were slightly joking about breaking hearts doing this job. Nope, you were right, I was wrong. I've had to break 3 hearts in the past 24 hours. I feel like such a horrible person. 

1. A very tall ginger who is a rep for a Dublin study abroad program asked me out at a fair yesterday. He was sooooo Irish, I can't describe him any other way. While setting up our tables, he was super chatty and very intrigued by tall-ships (they are cool, I don't blame him). He then asked what I was doing after the fair (thank God EZ was driving back with me so I had a legit excuse) and if I wanted to go out with him afterwards. He apparently had 4 days before heading back to Dublin with nothing better to do. He even suggested I teach him how to sail for our first date. Yeah, no, sorry buddy. 

2. The kind, young, and yes, cute, Enterprise guy this evening at the airport actually fought the other girl working the counter to help me instead of the overweight jolly man behind me in line. We exchanged pleasantries about my travels and such while he rang me up and checked over the car. Then came the kicker..."So with all that travelling, you don't have a boyfriend, do you?" I can't lie to save my life, so I said no and laughed it off trying to just get in the car and leave as quickly as possible. As I pulled out of the parking lot he told me (read: yelled across the parking lot while waving frantically) what time he got off tonight in case I wanted to meet up later. Again, yeah no, sorry. 

3. I thought my hotel room key wasn't working when I went to move in my bags tonight, so I had to go back to the counter and wait forever for someone to come help me. A bell hop with a lazy eye lept to my aid, escorting me back to my room, only to find out that I was just too weak to push the handle down enough to open the door. Fail. He then proceeded to ask me out. Double fail. 

Those are my sob stories for now. I'm sure it will only get more interesting from here on out...