My boyfriend Thomas is back in town for another film project (he makes documentaries, if I failed to mention it before) and we've been enjoying the snow around town when he's free; I figured this was an appropriate time to explain how I became involved with this tall Irish man. I met Thomas in the kitchen of my house and my housemates who witnessed the event say it was like watching two magnets or "love at first sight." Neither Thomas nor I are certain we believe in the latter, but perhaps I'm getting ahead of myself and should introduce the story chronologically. Last spring one of my housemates Kate said a few of her friends from Northern Ireland were coming over to Pennsylvania to shoot a documentary. At the time I barely registered the names, but I agreed it wouldn't be any trouble if a couple of them stayed in our spare bedroom for the two weeks of their visit.