It is amazing how things change so dramatically over the course of a single day. There I was feeling completely shattered, feeling sorry for myself, when I decided to step into the kitchen for a glass of wine. Me and a girl who had no idea it was my birthday cracked open a bottle of white and we drank like there was no tomorrow. As the booze insiduously hit my brain, we started chatting with two Italian men, who came up to us, under the pretext of a cool number game. We spoke with them for about an hour, after which it was decided we would go to dinner.
Amaretto...a decent, though rather expensive Italian restaurant, where we ate a big meal. All the while, one of these guys stared at me, to the point of extreme discomfort. I averted my gaze each time, and tried speaking of neutral topics, but he couldn't let go of the fact that my eyes were something that "very few" had. It was strange spending my birthday with these complete strangers. Nonetheless, there was cheesecake, with a candle that I blew out...and everyone in the restaurant sang "Happy Birthday"!
We had a stupid bet with them and to find out the conclusion to that we decided to Google the answer. We sat in my room, listening to sappy Italian music. Then the concerned guy kept inching closer and closer to me and saying cornier and cornier things. Mr. Persistent then commented on the soft bed and excellent heating in my room, all the while reiterating that he wasnt dangerous. I politely asked him to leave, as it was 2am by this time....but of course he insisted on staying the night. "No" is apparently not a word that exists in the Italian vocabulary! After an hour of coaxing, cheap tricks, begging and a little bitchiness (okay, lots of it), this partially good-looking, part-gigolo, hottie wannabe, was forced out of my room by his friend and mine.
There were strange knocks on my door every half an hour while I lay on my bed speaking to Sarvesh. I was afraid to even go out and pee for fear of running into him! I didnt know whether to be flattered or call the police! So much for turning 24; the naivete has to go....assertiveness has to take its place. One thing though, I now have accomodation in Rome, for when I visit in March..and Naples too;)
Amaretto...a decent, though rather expensive Italian restaurant, where we ate a big meal. All the while, one of these guys stared at me, to the point of extreme discomfort. I averted my gaze each time, and tried speaking of neutral topics, but he couldn't let go of the fact that my eyes were something that "very few" had. It was strange spending my birthday with these complete strangers. Nonetheless, there was cheesecake, with a candle that I blew out...and everyone in the restaurant sang "Happy Birthday"!
We had a stupid bet with them and to find out the conclusion to that we decided to Google the answer. We sat in my room, listening to sappy Italian music. Then the concerned guy kept inching closer and closer to me and saying cornier and cornier things. Mr. Persistent then commented on the soft bed and excellent heating in my room, all the while reiterating that he wasnt dangerous. I politely asked him to leave, as it was 2am by this time....but of course he insisted on staying the night. "No" is apparently not a word that exists in the Italian vocabulary! After an hour of coaxing, cheap tricks, begging and a little bitchiness (okay, lots of it), this partially good-looking, part-gigolo, hottie wannabe, was forced out of my room by his friend and mine.
There were strange knocks on my door every half an hour while I lay on my bed speaking to Sarvesh. I was afraid to even go out and pee for fear of running into him! I didnt know whether to be flattered or call the police! So much for turning 24; the naivete has to go....assertiveness has to take its place. One thing though, I now have accomodation in Rome, for when I visit in March..and Naples too;)
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