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Dating Disasters
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Straight Male / 47
Meeting My Wife In Rome
In Rome do as the Roman's do, or something like that. I was stuck in Rome over the weekend so I decided to sight see. Caught a day tour out of the hotel and saw the sights. After the tour
I wanted something simple so I headed to a McDonalds a couple of blocks away. Standing in line I talked to a girl, a student. At first she was standoffish, but after a moment she decided that we could share a table.
I mentioned that Rome after dark was supposed to be nice, and whether just being nice or feeling obligated, she offered to show me around. Not without a glass of wine here and there, then to this club she couldn't afford, she had never been able to go to. Dancing, young Italians, dancing, and this young woman wants to show me her moves. Wine, something to snack on, more wine, more dancing, laughing and she goes back to the hotel with me.
Sex Italian style, once you have sex your as good as married. Twice I go in, twice I leave my marker in her, twice she acts forlorn, surrendered, submitted. The wine is gone, it's late at night, her grandmother is waiting, I hire a cab to take her home. She's embarrassed to kiss, I notice a love mark on her neck, we say goodbye, no kiss. Not in front of her grandmother's place.
Sunday comes in a flash of light, coffee and a message from the desk, Signorina Isabella is calling. She wants me to come for lunch at her grandmother's. 1 o'clock. Her grandmother is serious, so is the aunt. And later the Uncle, her mother's brother. The love mark gave her away, a man, where was she, what did she do? Good as married? Or more like it, you are married. 20 years old, I was 35, an American, she was native Italian.
Four years later a small wedding, Italian size, in the maternal grandmother's home village. She moved to the States with me. Once she took her firstborn son home to visit grandmother, all was good. She's been a good wife, with annual holiday's in Rome.
I wanted something simple so I headed to a McDonalds a couple of blocks away. Standing in line I talked to a girl, a student. At first she was standoffish, but after a moment she decided that we could share a table.
I mentioned that Rome after dark was supposed to be nice, and whether just being nice or feeling obligated, she offered to show me around. Not without a glass of wine here and there, then to this club she couldn't afford, she had never been able to go to. Dancing, young Italians, dancing, and this young woman wants to show me her moves. Wine, something to snack on, more wine, more dancing, laughing and she goes back to the hotel with me.
Sex Italian style, once you have sex your as good as married. Twice I go in, twice I leave my marker in her, twice she acts forlorn, surrendered, submitted. The wine is gone, it's late at night, her grandmother is waiting, I hire a cab to take her home. She's embarrassed to kiss, I notice a love mark on her neck, we say goodbye, no kiss. Not in front of her grandmother's place.
Sunday comes in a flash of light, coffee and a message from the desk, Signorina Isabella is calling. She wants me to come for lunch at her grandmother's. 1 o'clock. Her grandmother is serious, so is the aunt. And later the Uncle, her mother's brother. The love mark gave her away, a man, where was she, what did she do? Good as married? Or more like it, you are married. 20 years old, I was 35, an American, she was native Italian.
Four years later a small wedding, Italian size, in the maternal grandmother's home village. She moved to the States with me. Once she took her firstborn son home to visit grandmother, all was good. She's been a good wife, with annual holiday's in Rome.
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