Part 116 · ~1 min read

Flavio…

I met Flavio a few evenings ago.

I feel so happy with him—pity he is a man. I find him so kind and nice. We ate in the Alban Hills—a fish restaurant in Frascati. It was lovely. Then we went for a walk in Frascati itself, and after that, he accompanied me back home. I know it sounds like a pretty ordinary evening, but, you see, people like me rarely have ordinary evenings and seldom get treated with respect.

Flavio was fantastic. He told me about one of his friends from the States that treated him like shit last week, and he told me about the disappointing behaviour of his best friends and about an impossible love for a lady called Bonnie. He has loved her for many years, but she doesn’t even know about it because he doesn’t have the guts to tell her about it.

He is an extremely sensitive, feminine guy, and I really like him. I hope we can become good friends and stay so.

Today, we had bad storms here in Rome. I was meant to go to work, but there were some problems, so I got a call telling me to stay home instead. Romano told me I would have been paid anyway, but I am not worried. He is a wonderful man.

All the rest is the same; there is nothing new.

Tomorrow is Sunday, and I will be doing sweet Eff All!

Talk later!

Ciaoooo