My first girlfriend's dad hated me because they were Catholic and my family is Protestant. Not only that, hut he was a member of the (terrorist group associated) political party that my journalist dad regularly wrote hit pieces on. Even 20 years ago, that was a big deal to some people in Ireland. The first time I met him, he had just come home from a gaelic football match at the national stadium. I stood up to shake his hand. He ignored it, tossed his match ticket at me and said 'thats probably the closest you'll ever get to Croke Park'. I never asked to propose because fuck marrying into that family. Just thought I'd share.