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So I am in my hotel room in Bologne, Italy...Renzo had brought in my bags and helped me settle in. I was really tired and suggested I lie down for a few minutes before dinner.
I was wearing a simple pleated little black dress; conservative but more like a mademoiselle than a grande dame...underneath a lacy merlot-colored bra and thong. We lay on the bed not touching; he watched tv (I loved Italian tv) while I pretended to nap. He took a couple of business calls and made a call to friends to cancel his plans with them. His voice was pleasant to listen to.
As I rose from the bed to prepare for our evening out I let my skirt fall back to show some of my thigh. I knew he noticed but was pretending not to. I was pleased by this crack in his self-restraint but I made no comment and did not flirt in an obvious way.
He held my hand while crossing the street at the pizza place but did let go as soon as we made it to the curb. I wondered how to let this man know of my growing interest, given the obvious language barrier...we communicated adequately, he in heavily accented English, me in horrible Italian. He found my attempts at his language comical but was thrilled to discover that I had more natural skill speaking his native Sicilian.
Dinner was at a huge, brightly lit family-filled pizza place. The 4-cheese pizza that I ordered was simple but amazingly good, made in a wood-fired oven. By this point, however, despite the din, there was so obvious chemistry flowing and my appetite was stifled. I ate maybe 4 bites of this huge pizza; he was appalled. 'You eat like bird,' he said, scornfully.
Then we began talking in metaphor. I teased him about being hawklike in his fierceness. He called me a rabbit. I mentioned that hawks ate rabbits; he pointed out that he had been circling, watching me. I agreed. He said, he was polite, he would not catch the rabbit. And I enjoined, 'but what if the rabbit wants to be caught?'
He asked me to repeat myself, which I did. And when my words moved into his comprehension, his face, held tight for so long, suddenly broke into a wicked grin. Renzo lowered his chin, looked sideways at me, and said, 'the rabbit wishes to be caught??' I grinned back.
Within moments, we paid the bill and left the restaurant. To this day, i regret that I had not eaten more of that pizza. He took my arm as we headed to the car and were back in the hotel room within thirty minutes...
10/14/2005 6:00 am
Renzo played you so well! You were ready to beg for him! No, the art of seduction has not died!|
10/14/2005 10:57 am
lol you think 4nik?? yet it was such subtle seduction...remember Renzo in the Cosabella shop?|
he was unlike any other man i interacted with in italy. and i had met him in a yahoo chat room! don't you love the international flavor of the internet?!