Part 009 · ~2 min read

Night Night.

Tomorrow, I will be working 5 hours at the gym. Tonight, I will go to sleep early. Romano and I had a nice dinner. I cooked one of his favourite dishes, but he didn’t seem particularly happy, even if he ate it all. He asked me what I thought about his friends, especially the tall one. I could hear a note of jealousy in his words, but I reassured him that he was not my type and that I was fine by myself these days. I have been browsing a bit around earlier on. I am looking for a flat to move by myself, but I do not want it too far from the gym and not particularly expensive. I mentioned it to Romano this evening, and he seemed at ease. Last time i mentioned it he was rather disappointed but, I guess, that he has understood that my love for him is not the one he expects. He is a sweet guy; he is now 53 or 54, but I am unsure. He was very famous in the 80s, he used to play with a pop band, and one of his records reached the top of the pop. He made enough money to stop working and dedicated himself to keeping fit and trying not to age. He managed pretty well, I must say, but too much exercising has taken a toll, and he has to undergo, now and again, some surgical operations. He never got married; he had a girlfriend, and they split after nearly 20 years together when she decided, at 37, to look for her way without him. She got a job at an American University and never came back. It was the first time I saw some sorrow and regret in Romano’s eyes. Usually, he is very happy about what he has done and tends not to talk much about his past. He did it for a reason, but I should go to sleep now because it’s too late. I will be free tomorrow evening, and I will tell you about this and my day. So long! Take care, guys! Kisses!