It’s a beautiful, true love story that I promise to share soon. Whenever I told people this news in person, they almost all said “Good for you!
In the meantime, you just have to take my word for it: my parents’ saga has left me somewhat ill-prepared for the realities of the dating world. ” as if I was on a new diet, learning sign language, or finally watching Parks and Recreation.
She was making gravy and the comforting smell of onions and olive oil filled the house. Un-caffeinated and out of sorts, I smeared deodorant on my shirt (but didn’t find out until I was already on the bus).
Of course, I forgot my umbrella and got caught in an afternoon spring shower, thus causing my hair to transform from glossy and bouncy to frizzy and sad. And this drink here,” he motioned to a listing on the menu, “says it has amaro in it.
If you find yourself wondering why your relationship is falling flat and you can’t stop fantasizing about the Italian hottie in the cubicle next door, you may now know why.
Gentlemen, it won’t hurt for you to learn to cook either.
My parents’ love for me knows no limits, and their love for each other is truly the stuff Lifetime holiday movies are made of. And at the very least, you can tell him about your plan to sneak Simmenthal back into the US.” She had a point.
Their soul-mating began with an unexpected meeting at a bus depot, was almost crushed by a plot twist you never saw coming, and journeyed across the Atlantic Ocean to Italia and back again, before finally reaching its happy ending in Boston. After a month-long sabbatical, I took my mom’s advice and got back into the online dating scene.We question things that are left unquestioned and have a much more developed understanding of common sense than most Americans.That kind of stimulation and enlightenment is priceless.I managed to shake myself out of my stupor and look at the cocktail menu in time for him to ask, “What are you going to get, shorty? Antonio sent his back while I suppressed a chuckle.I was counting the minutes until I could make a respectable exit, cab it home, change into sweatpants, and curl up with my book. Must be hamsters…they store chewed food in their cheeks, right? We were in a total faceoff — high noon, John Wayne style.Every time work takes precedence over your lover, the flame dies a little.