Yes, tonight I learned how to say ‘leopard print thong’ at my Italian class. With less than two weeks to go until the big trip to Rome, I’m trying to improve my vocabulary as much as possible and make sure I can make myself understood by the locals. I’m sure that phrase will come in quite handy.
Most random news piece of the day: I thoroughly enjoyed the story about 27 year old Justin Boudin, who was on his way to his anger management class when he hit a woman in the face after she went to call the police when he started shouting at her. When a 63 year old man tried to intervene, Justin hit him with his anger management folder. Genius.
That did make me laugh, coming as it did on top of quite a difficult day, during which I was mostly hungover. It’s amazing how much co-ordination you lose just because you drank your way through the best part of two bottles of prosecco.
But thankfully the effects have now worn off, and I managed to concentrate in class, though I was sad to hear about the demise of the relationship of one of the girls there, C. She’d met this guy through a dating site, and they’d been seeing each other for nearly four months. Then he hit her with the usual ‘I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship/I find commitment quite hard’ even though when they’d first met he was telling her how much he wanted a family one day. Now, it would be unfair to suggest that just because he said that, he then had an obligation to do that with C, but, still, to me it smacks of man-boyness all over again. This guy is 32. And yet clearly not an adult. Sigh. So many of them out there, all just chancing their arms with women who are decent, caring and interested in committment.
I think I’ll aim low from now on. Starting with an Italian who wears leopardprint thongs – bring it on!
