Ешь, молись, люби

Chapter 1

           Whichwasslightlyreminiscentofafriendofminewhoisvegetarianexceptforbacon,butnonetheless…IwasalreadycomposingmylettertoPenthouse:

           Intheflickering,candlelitshadowsoftheRomancafe,itwasimpossibletotellwhosehandswerecaress-

           But,no.

           Noandno.

           Ichoppedthefantasyoffinmid-word.Thiswasnotmymomenttobeseekingromanceand(asdayfollowsnight)tofurthercomplicatemyalreadyknottylife.Thiswasmymomenttolookforthekindofhealingandpeacethatcanonlycomefromsolitude.

           Anyway,bynow,bythemiddleofNovember,theshy,studiousGiovanniandIhavebecomedearbuddies.AsforDario-themorerazzle-dazzleswingerbrotherofthetwo-IhaveintroducedhimtomyadorablelittleSwedishfriendSofie,andhowthey’vebeensharingtheireveningsinRomeisanotherkindofTandemExchangealtogether.ButGiovanniandI,weonlytalk.Well,weeatandwetalk.Wehavebeeneatingandtalkingformanypleasantweeksnow,sharingpizzasandgentlegrammaticalcorrections,andtonighthasbeennoexception.Alovelyeveningofnewidiomsandfreshmozzarella.

           Nowitismidnightandfoggy,andGiovanniiswalkingmehometomyapartmentthroughthesebackstreetsofRome,whichmeanderorganicallyaroundtheancientbuildingslikebayoustreamssnakingaroundshadowyclumpsofcypressgroves.Nowweareatmydoor.Wefaceeachother.Hegivesmeawarmhug.Thisisanimprovement;forthefirstfewweeks,hewouldonlyshakemyhand.IthinkifIweretostayinItalyforanotherthreeyears,hemightactuallygetupthejuicetokissme

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