Ireland, 1992, Co Cork, 6:28.

It was a crisp Sunday evening. Dylan was doing his usual shopping and came across this stunner of a woman.

You and him had hit it off, talked for a good while. You told him how you had two twins, 7 year olds and a beautiful little baby.

He immediately thought fuck, because you were such a beautiful woman and definetly had a husband.

"Well I meet see you some where." Dylan shrugged softly with a welcoming smile.

Dylan was always a comforting man. He had dark Auburn hair, big brown eyes and sharp manly features. For a big 6,4 hurling player, he was a man of sweetness.