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Il prossimo che mi dice che, quando conosci una persona e senti squillare fanfare e trombe e vedi cuoricini negli occhi di tutti, significa che è scoccato il colpo di fulmine, lo metto su una pira e gli do fuoco.
Sabato scorso ho conosciuto un ragazzo che nemmeno nella migliore tradizione dei serial televisivi adolescenziali poteva essere più bello. Ci vado a cena, passiamo una notte infuocata di sesso insieme e dopo una settimana di telefonate, sms, messanger su internet con toni simili a quelli di due sweethearts of the medium, I rattles off the following beads:
- one does not live in Rome as I was just visiting a friend
- two, the girl has already fixed. She does the traffic warden in Florence, where both live,
- three, the father of his girlfriend is in hospital right now and he is confused and can not do this to her and has to be near her because she has a commitment to it.
'A turd, but the guilt does not come while you are fucking me last Saturday? He attacked
anguish that not even the turkey before Thanksgiving.
Then I said to myself, but who the fuck thinks he has something to do?
So this morning I went to the station, I bought a ticket per Firenze e mi sono presentata nella sua città senza anticipargli minimamente niente. Quando gli ho mandato un messaggio per comunicargli la lieta novella, pensavo che si sarebbe incazzato. Invece corre a prendermi alla stazione e con quel suo sorriso del cazzo stampato in volto mi dice che posso fermarmi lì e dormire da lui. Tanto la vigilessa è a dirigire il traffico a casa di sua mamma per aiutarla con il padre moribondo.
E io penso, ok...stanotte almeno scoperemo di nuovo.
Invece arriviamo a casa sua e inizia a fare discorsi senza nè capo nè coda.
Prima mi dice che io sono un gradino sopra tutte le altre, ma in questo momento di crisi con la sua lei, lo destabilizzo. E questo posso accettarlo.
Poi mi dice che ha bisogno time to level with himself. And this I can accept it. Then I sighed
back together that he was wrong to have sex with me last weekend. And, with great effort, I accept that too.
But then utters the phrase that every child with a minimum of salt knows that you should never ask a girl says she wants to try to start as friends. And this, I do not accept that.
At that point I called a cab back faster than light in Rome, but when I found myself on the street I thought better. Usually do not do reckless actions, but this morning I have not really seen more anger.
really gave it to him so defeated?
I asked the taxi to wait a quarter of an hour. I
went to the dealer next to his house and asked the attendant a can of green that I had been stopped. I went back to his house and started to water the walls. You wanted the house to the ground floor? your cock! When I
intercom and he opened the door, without batting an eyelid I have spilled on the fuel remaining.
E 'was great to see those fucking blue eyes staring at me in fear.
I took a cigarette and I are stuck in the mouth. Then I lit a match and waited. He mumbled something. I blew on the flame to turn it off and it was then that he issued the bowels.
And then I thought, Florence, Rome roundtrip ticket, 60 € with mastercard. Full-free petrol piombo in tanica, 40 euro con mastercard. Taxi che ti aspetta per quasi venti minuti e poi ti porta alla stazione, 30 euro con mastercard. Vedere il ragazzo che ti ha preso per il culo cagarsi addosso, non ha prezzo.

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E rano le 5 del mattino di lunedì quando Lara si buttò giù dal letto. Alle sei si presentò battagliera al duello all’ultimo vestito con l’armadio. Indossò un pantalone nero, camicetta bianca e giacca nera. Si specchiò davanti, di profilo, di dietro. “... No! non va bene, sono sempre dressed like that. " He undressed and began again: gray suit and black shirt under jacket. "No, we have not." Red trousers, white shirt and blue jacket. "Nope, I look like the French flag." And so for six, seven, ten, twelve times ...
The mountain of discarded clothes have already been tested and increased at his feet. After an hour and a half of tests was sweating like a truck driver traveling from Rome to Milan, in the middle of August, age late 70s when the air conditioning was still a luxury reserved for a select few and the only tool on the market able to create the illusion of some 'of breezy ventilatorino was attached to the glass with ventosina and directed in the face of the poor devil.
short, we drove out of the shower, then fished out of the pile on the floor the black pants, white blouse and black jacket, and, satisfied, went out.

When he entered office in her legs were James James. His first day at work, after so many years, how exciting! The
were presented all the ladies and gentlemen. He tried to impress upon at least some good names associated with each face, but I do not remember any of them. Was captured by the head of sales that gave a list of telephone, two pens and other implements of labor, two or three kilos of lists and a kilometric list of names to contact. Thus began
and from that day his life took another turn. Di Marco, apart from the mail addressed to him, no more news.
Until the day when ...
He was coming out of the office and if a customer found him in the face: "But quard see who it is ... and that beautiful shape!
Lara was limited to a hasty: Hello Mark, are you okay?
"Great. You too, I see. Let's take a coffee together? like two old friends ... "
" No excuse, but I can not wait, a business appointment in twenty minutes across town "
" A job? Congratulations. But not at this'll never make it by bus, come give you a ride "
"No thanks, do not worry, I'll make it. Hello "
" Ok. Maybe I'll see one of these days ... when I come to fetch mail "
Lara did not answer, went to a pea-green Volkswagen, antiquated but still in good condition and ... decent in its own way. He entered, to the astonishment of Mark, the driver's seat, started up with two maneuvers, precise to the millimeter, left the parking lot.
When it passed in front of a semi-paralyzed by surprise Marco, Lara opened the window and said, "By the way, do not you think it's time to notify the post office your new address?" And walked away. Rearview mirror he saw that Marco was still building, where he had left there. It seemed a lot less tall and big: the more she moved away as he was small. Then the car turned the corner and Mark disappeared.
He reflected on his words: "... like two old friends."
"Yes, friends, shit!" Thought " a friend would have at least taught me to drive"