Half Italian, half English, she had the delicate complexion of an English rose but with the Italian temperament coursing in her veins. It was a potent mix. She was young, but old enough to know what she was doing. "I find her the most terrible kind of person" she said, speaking of her friend's partner, "Oh she's pretty", she said, mistakenly thinking we had assumed this wasn't the case. "No she's the worst kind of terrible....Stupid. There's no excuse for stupidity. I can forgive the ugly, they were born that way, there's nothing they can do."
We'd been discussing if we had any A-sexual male friendships. The conclusion was no. Unsurprisingly she had a lot to reference. I know them all from my neighbourhood she said, as if it was the most natural thing to walk around the block and make new "friends". That's how I met my boyfriend, "He's 39....All my lovers have been 10-15 years older than me." I swear I could hear the swish of male heads snapping our way. Seemingly pondering him, "What part of the male body do you like?" she asked. "I like feet", "My most sexual experience was washing a man's feet."
Crossing her ever so slightly chubby pale legs, she tucked her curly brunette locks behind her ear and took a drag on the cigarette she'd been nursing. "She's blonde", she said, going back to her friends partner, "and a TV presenter". She gave us a demonstration of how the blonde would stand when greeting people, legs crossed, hips out, shoulders back, hand reached forward. Sitting down again, she gazed out into the courtyard. It was one of those perfect Saturday evenings were you could stay out all night in light summer clothing. From our spot on the balcony we had a view into half a dozen other apartments. It was fascinating people watching. It reminded her of Hitchcock's 'Rear Window'. "Its a stunning movie", stunning, a word she liked to use to describe a lot of things, "Grace Kelly at her peak". "Its funny, most of my favourite actresses are blonde", the incongruence of this and the TV presenter's blondness bothering her for a second…
We were interrupted by a young man on another balcony taking his shirt off and dancing around in a drunken attempt to entertain his friends. Conversation moved on. "How are you finding the long distance relationship?", asked my friend. "Oh terrible, I'm not coping at all!". About to finish her thesis, her plan was to move to Brussels and get a job in European public policy. "I'm giving myself until January 2016 before I return to Italy". "He understands, I'm young I need my time to explore."
Somehow I doubted if her Italian partner was as understanding as she said, but I admired the sexuality and confidence she wore on her sleeve. I love that I'm allowed to. One of the few biases tipped in a woman's favour.
We'd been discussing if we had any A-sexual male friendships. The conclusion was no. Unsurprisingly she had a lot to reference. I know them all from my neighbourhood she said, as if it was the most natural thing to walk around the block and make new "friends". That's how I met my boyfriend, "He's 39....All my lovers have been 10-15 years older than me." I swear I could hear the swish of male heads snapping our way. Seemingly pondering him, "What part of the male body do you like?" she asked. "I like feet", "My most sexual experience was washing a man's feet."
Crossing her ever so slightly chubby pale legs, she tucked her curly brunette locks behind her ear and took a drag on the cigarette she'd been nursing. "She's blonde", she said, going back to her friends partner, "and a TV presenter". She gave us a demonstration of how the blonde would stand when greeting people, legs crossed, hips out, shoulders back, hand reached forward. Sitting down again, she gazed out into the courtyard. It was one of those perfect Saturday evenings were you could stay out all night in light summer clothing. From our spot on the balcony we had a view into half a dozen other apartments. It was fascinating people watching. It reminded her of Hitchcock's 'Rear Window'. "Its a stunning movie", stunning, a word she liked to use to describe a lot of things, "Grace Kelly at her peak". "Its funny, most of my favourite actresses are blonde", the incongruence of this and the TV presenter's blondness bothering her for a second…
We were interrupted by a young man on another balcony taking his shirt off and dancing around in a drunken attempt to entertain his friends. Conversation moved on. "How are you finding the long distance relationship?", asked my friend. "Oh terrible, I'm not coping at all!". About to finish her thesis, her plan was to move to Brussels and get a job in European public policy. "I'm giving myself until January 2016 before I return to Italy". "He understands, I'm young I need my time to explore."
Somehow I doubted if her Italian partner was as understanding as she said, but I admired the sexuality and confidence she wore on her sleeve. I love that I'm allowed to. One of the few biases tipped in a woman's favour.
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