08.35 L S in San Donato Milanese (1st smoke. Light traffic this morning)
12.35 Marlboro Red in San Donato Milanese (2nd smoke. All out of L S. Too lazy to walk 50 meters)
15.35 Silk Cut in San Donato Milanese (3rd smoke. Can't complain, it was free)
I wrote this 3 years ago during my 2 year engagement with a client here in Italy. At the time, I had not yet met Emanuela (my wife) nor Ciccio (that big tubby cat that you see on my blog page).
I'm waiting for Support Help from Houston, TX so I thought it was a good time to update my journal. Inevitably, I end up reading what I wrote in the past-
There is an 12-hour hole in my life from Monday to Friday and it is called 'S' [my client]-
The hole can be filled up by (a) downloading porn on the Internet. Unfortunately, 2.20 GB of free space on my ‘C’ drive fills too damn quick (b) browsing the net for relationship / dating tips…
Nothing has changed from the time I was with my mother and unemployed for 5 months in California. Well- maybe my initial conversation howitzer of:
Unemployed – “Hi. My name is Nelson Labrador. I am unemployed and I live with my mother. Can you buy me a drink as I can only stretch my allowance so much?”
To a more acceptable,
Employed – “Hi. My name is Nelson Labrador. Can I buy you a drink? Bartender! Can I have a receipt with this [expensed]…”
But I digress…
Latest article from msn.com, “Sex on a first date. Does it doom your relationship?”
I’ll dispense with the usual drivel since I’m a Dude and sex on the first date, the second date, the day you break-up, drunk sex- Whatever…It’s all good.
In my experience, sex on a first date is not a harbinger of good or ill-
However, the following things are:
Weird religious / new age philosophy
-Bay Area girl. On a first date. “Do you believe in reincarnation?”
I bit. “Sure I do. Energy is neither created nor destroyed…” [don’t ask me what the hell this means]
“In a previous life, I think I was a bird.”
I thought to myself, [Sweet... Kind’a out there. I’ll mention Redfern, Castaneda, African Shamanism and see where this leads].
The comment, lead to a 3-year, on-and-off, dysfunctional relationship that still haunts me to this day.
Prozac
-New Orleans girl. On a first date. After breakfast [no Rick, she did not cook me breakfast. I had to drive her at ? to get Pecan Waffles; OH MY GOD. If nothing else go to New Orleans just to have this slice of heaven] “I’m on medication at the moment…”
Big Daddy, “You got some on you J”
“I’ve been depressed. I’m on Prozac.”
[BIG ASS alarm bells went off in my head. But, since she had a nice face and an incredible body, the alarm bells were drowned out]
Big Daddy, “Oooh…”
[If anyone has a snappy retort, please let me know. One of the few times in my life that I was at a lost for words]
The only thing that saved me from continuing this death spiral was a new job in Houston.
Bringing a girl friend to the first date
-Houston girl. On a first date. “Hi, this is my friend Cindy.”
I thought to myself, [Damn, this is NOT good. My A-material is good for only a single girl]
“Hi, Cindy…”
[Highpoint of the date]
2 good things came out of this date: (a) for the next 2 years, I would always preface each date request with, “You are not going to bring a family member or a close friend are you?” (b) Cindy did not bring a cooler so she could not order something to go- Thank God for small favors…
Too much information too soon
-Albanian girl. On a first date. Prior to dinner. “When do you think you will be ready to settle down?”
[Dang. I had not ordered my vodka yet and this cannon is shot]
“When I meet a nice girl!” Wink- [slick Coyote]
“Do you want children. If so, how many?”
“Ragazzo!!! Puoi farmi un doppio! Senza ghiaccio-“ The English translation is, [Waiter! Make that a double. Without the ice-]
Nervous sip, “2. Girls. Average size and weight. Dark hair. Brown eyes. Oldest one will be named Carmen. Her sister will be named Alexandra. Or Alex for short]”. If nothing else, the truth will always save you-
So all you married stiffs, count yourselves lucky. You are not missing out at all- |