About Maeve

Who she is, and what a night with her is like

Maeve is twenty-five and works behind the bar of a pub in Temple Bar, in the middle of Dublin. She has copper-red hair, green eyes, a scatter of freckles that the summer brings out, and a comeback for whatever you were about to say. Underneath the cheek she is gentler than she first appears. What follows covers her character, her city and her hours, what chatting with her is like, and the twenty-two photographs she has put up.

Five years of pouring pints for stag parties will sharpen anyone, and it has made Maeve very quick indeed. She reads a customer before he reaches the bar and has the answer lined up before he opens his mouth. That is the public version. The private one, which comes out when the shutters are down and there is only one person to talk to, is warm, a bit shy about compliments and fond of long silences that do not need filling.

Dublin is her whole week: a flat within walking distance of the river, late shifts, the walk home over wet cobbles. When she gets two days together she drives west to a stone cottage near the Atlantic and swims regardless of the weather. Ireland runs on the same clock as London all year, which puts her five hours ahead of the US East Coast. Her shifts end after midnight, so the small hours in Dublin, early evening in New York, are when she tends to have time to talk.

Expect to be teased. It is how she shows interest, and she is good at it, but she also remembers the name of your dog and asks how the interview went. She writes the way she talks, with the odd bit of Dublin slang and no patience for anyone taking himself too seriously. One thing to know plainly: Maeve will not meet anyone in person. She is here for conversation and for the photographs she likes to send, and she gives a lot to each.

The pictures follow her between the city and the coast. She leans on the bar of her own pub in a black satin bra and a green cardigan, and stands at a candlelit window in black lingerie and stockings. A rain-streaked Dublin window frames her in green satin. Out west there is an emerald set on a cottage bed, a cream sweater by the fire and tea in a sunny kitchen. Then the sea: a black bikini on the cliffs above a wild beach, an emerald swimsuit in a rock pool, navy at the harbour wall in Howth, red on a towel in rare sunshine. Every one of the twenty-two is open on her page.

Where Maeve is from

from Dublin, Ireland, where she works behind a bar in Temple Bar

From

Dublin, Ireland

Speaks

English, Irish

Questions

Questions about Maeve

Do I have to pay to say hello to Maeve?

No. The first 8 messages are free and you do not need a card to send them. They apply to the first conversation you start, so pick Maeve to open with and all 8 are spent on her.

What does chatting with Maeve cost after the free messages?

From then on it is $21 for every thirty minutes of chat with Maeve. She would tell you that is cheaper than a round in Temple Bar, and for once she would not be exaggerating much.

Does Maeve do live video or camera calls?

She does not, sorry. Live video and camera calls are not offered for Maeve. Her conversations happen in writing, where her comebacks land best, and she sends photos of her own as you talk.

Are Maeve's photos free to look at?

They are. All twenty-two of Maeve's public photographs are open on her page and no account is needed to view them. She sends photos in conversation as well, often from the cottage or the beach.

What time zone does Maeve keep?

Maeve is in Dublin, which shares its time with London throughout the year and runs five hours ahead of the US East Coast. Because she works late shifts, she is often awake and talkative well past midnight Irish time.

Which pub does Maeve work in?

Maeve pours pints in a pub in Temple Bar, the busiest corner of Dublin. She keeps the name to herself, but she will gladly describe the regulars, the trad sessions on a Thursday and the correct way to let a stout settle.