"Love for fuel"
is the first date and you care so much that you sure will ...
How did we meet?
Trivially.
I was a row Christs pulling down a door to the Italian Post Office and he drove off Madonnas Tickets to the machine gun jammed at the Abbey National Bank in downtown Vergata.
We simultaneously pressed the button chemical. We like to say, it was a random meeting of molecules.
In recent years, as I've said before, I put first career, neglecting friends and loves. Now I'd love to find a man to establish, finally, after so many disappointments, a strong relationship (?).
I do not look the stereotypical male, which guarantees protection of life and relaxed. For goodness sake, what a bore.
What I try not I know, I know for sure what I will not.
go out tomorrow night with the type of the switch. Maybe I should not, but I admit to be full of expectations.
This is a blind date. In fact we have never seen, we have, as I mentioned, only touched on in this blessed line.
His name is David and the psychologist.
There's nothing to do. I like people to go deep.
I was with a caver, a miner and now I'm attracted to someone who digs in human minds.
If the mine is excavated the end. Spring before I even asked me my name.
Yeah, he did not even know my name, there am I heard her say to a girl who sfanculava the phone while I was at the Q8 petrol station on the corner gas station.
I had proposed, for the first appointment, go to the theater to see
"Lear" by Shakespeare with Giorgio Albertazzi. I politely declined the invitation by claiming to be allergic to the velvet of the seats and the curtain.
It is not true.
Albertazzi me is always on the ass, but who knows .. maybe it's his actor, director and poet Italian favorite.
the end we decided to meet for a drink at the Antica Osteria della Toldo, on the left bank of the member to get to know between snacks, cocktails and more.
What do I expect from him and from the evening?
That does not smell of sweat, but that is flavored with Phiero Premium . Colony that has nothing to do with Mediaset, Confalonieri, Pier Silvio and company singing because Sanremo Sanremo.
which is not the buddy, talk as long as football or functions to manage e-mail of its new iPhone.
What I do not talk about his ex and how it was nice to go with her every year at the feast of bruschetta Casaprota.
That does not do solos on himself, boasting that the "special one" Mourinho in the Chelsea of \u200b\u200bCupid and Psyche.
That does not say so, and negative instead of yes and no, you do not cry on me and that'll never run out arguments, creating cosmic voids imbarazzantissimi those who unfortunately know all too well.
But most of all ...
will not let me go home, if he has problems of breath, without trying to kiss me.
Now, please, readers valginesi .. you know what to do, right?
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