Part 028 · ~2 min read

It was a nice day…

and a nice evening. I met some friends in the centre of Rome. It was, by pure chance, a very nice evening. We went for a walk around Campo dei Fiori and dinner at a local restaurant they knew, and I got introduced to a beautiful lady. She was so hot! Anyway, we exchanged numbers, and she didn’t seem shocked or disturbed when I told her I was lesbian. She kept talking all evening about her ex-husband and her boyfriends, but she was comfortable about my homosexuality. She is from Sweden and has lived in Italy for several years. She works in one of those UN offices worldwide and travels a lot. She has a big apartment around the area where we were yesterday, and she is looking for someone to share a bit of the bills, to feed her dog while she is away, to help her keep the house tidy and so on. So, I might be so lucky to find a place to stay. Of course, my fantasy has been running fast and far, but I have no illusions whatsoever, as I can keep a clear distance between love, sex, and friendship. I like her; she is older than me and sounds so interesting. Let’s see. I was back home very late, and Romano wasn’t there. No note, no messages. I hope he is okay. Anyway, I must run. I’m teaching a special class today for two rich American ladies on holiday in Italy. They pay for one hour, which is what I normally get for five group sessions of 45 minutes. I’m going to their hotel soon. I’ll catch you later. It’s still hot here. Luigi, thanks for the phone numbers. I called them. One seems like a very nice guy, and I will go to see his apartment on Tuesday. Cheers!