Remember C ? Of course you do. Well, I’ve had a few people ask me how that story has unfolded. And, more importantly, why I’m not making out with him instead of blogging about him. Fair questions, really. And, BELIEVE ME, if I could, I would be out painting the town red with this hot hot hot Italian man. But, there’s just one small, eentsy weentsy detail that I didn’t mention in that last story, which I found out later and in which is making me sit up high, crying myself to sleep, on Disappointment Mountain.
After the bug incident in which I swooned uncontrollably, C and I were outside of the burger place talking. He asked me what I was doing tomorrow and I was thinking, YOU! That’s what I’m doing tomorrow. You. I mean, WHAT?! Jamie, that’s not appropriate.
I told him I was working, probably, and I don’t know what I said, it’s not even important.
“What about you? What are you doing tomorrow?” PLEASE SAY ME. PLEASE.
“I’m going to take my wife’s daughter to her first day of school.”
“Oh, ok.”
WAIT.
WAAIIITTTTT.
What.
WHAT!?
Wife?!
SINCE WHEN.
I respond, nonchalantly, because I’m cool like that, “Oh, you have a wife?”
“Yeah…”
“Damn. That makes me sad.”
He laughs, looks a little confused, and then says, “Wait? What? What do you mean?”
“I’m sad that you have a wife.” Hint hint, I WANTED YOU BUT NOW YOU RUINED IT.
“Oh.”
Slight bit of awkwardness.
“Well, um, I’m sorry?” Nervous laugh.
“Ha! It’s okay. Well, does Fabrizio* have a girlfriend?” I point inside to the other attractive Italian that works at this place.
JUST LIKE THAT. From one to the other. Apparently, this is how I roll in Europe.
What the hell? I’m such a hussy. And, to be honest, I kind of love it. Don’t judge me. You’d totally do the same thing if, ya know, you didn’t have any morals. Actually, if you didn’t have any morals, you would have pursued C, but that’s a TSK TSK even if he’s so HOT and funny and makes you swoon like no other.
Too bad Fabrizio will NEVER ask me out. He’s so nervous and shy when he talks to me that he can hardly get out a sentence, which, ya know, is kind of adorable, but adorableness only goes so far, as in ASK ME FOR A DRINK YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO, MAN. Sigh.
But, you know what I have to say about all of this?
NEXT!
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Ridiculous. The end. lol
Can someone fund me to come join you? I feel like I might be your dream wing girl. Seriously. Play on playa, play on. Additionally, please keep the diagonal pictures coming. They rock!
Yup, it’s now official. BFF.
Can’t wait to hear how this pans out!
AHHHH!!! So sad that the Italian guy is married!!! Why do you attract unavailable men that are hot anyways?? Maybe because you really don’t wish to get involved yet…. Is that it? Well, maybe you should do a little Enchante to the nervous single guy.
Oh by the way, Enchante is my new word, I say it anytime I want, Why? because I like too…Are you Okay with that!!! hehehe. Love your post!!!!
Gah, that’s happened to me twice! Once with an American, once with a Canadian. Flirting, “the look,” dates, the whole nine yards and right before it’s time to you-know-what, they mentioned a wife. “Is that a problem?” one of them asked. Um, HELL YEAH that’s a problem!
Men!
Clearly we have discussed my feelings on you + married men. Also? I’m realizing it’s a good thing that I’m not in Italy with you, because I am similarly all “next!”-ey
They really have no shame in their game!
I’ll be in Rome in December. Where is this hamburger place? I want to see for myself. Even old married women like to window shop!
At least you found out now and not after you had been dating him for three months, he was showering you with love and praise, your parents had pretty much adopted him and you were 115% certain that he was “the one”. Not that I’ve ever experienced that or anything.