I was too drunk and he was too Italian — Sapore Di Mare
I think it was somewhere by the end of January, as I remember myself wearing tight high boots and a fur coat. It was Friday and I wasn’t feeling my best, so I forced myself to go out and attend a party, thrown by a friend.
The party was nothing special, and I was about to call it a sh*t night when I saw a van coming our way, while leaving the club, it stopped right next to us and my partners in crime went towards it when the door of the Van opened and a man (much older then us) got out of it.
At first I didn’t even look at him properly, cause I was sticking to my decision to leave and was not interested in having more people encouraging me to do the after party, when he reached me shouting: “Georgia is not going anywhere” (I don’t even know how they managed to say my nationality to him in less then a minute)
…So “Georgia” somehow managed to climb up to the van and we went to the stranger man’s Gallery. The van was the one that is used for warehouses, you know, for carrying that big, huge stuff.. but he didn’t care, that was what he found the keys for, before leaving his place. (well, that I found out later obviously)
I don’t know if it was the other guys complimenting and appraising him about his style, his past of being the major spirit of the electronic parties and man about town, or this one, special gesture he was doing, amending his hair while talking, followed with a smile every single time, ooorrr maybe it was as simple as me being too drunk and him being too charming in an absolute, 100% Italian way.
Then there were late night, a very late night texts and good morning boiler room links, very long, all night long talks.
(I can swear I haven’t had that long conversations with any other person) ….
It is the case where you know you should stop whatever you are doing there, sooner or… (no, not later, sooner…) because of several circumstances… but you are still curious about the development of the story.
So, Here I am wondering about thousands of things:
1. here comes the first one, as banal as it gets: why do we make the same mistake over and over again, I mean despite knowing exactly what the outcome will be, being excited to end up with the worst case scenario
a. have you ever thought about how sure u were of something in a relationship but didnt want to believe and how great it would be if you would have just followed your gut on the first place ?! the one that is screaming: RUUUuuuuNNnnn before its late
2. I know it has been said and asked already (& not once) but do the exceptions really exist ?
a. Does the case of “the other woman” ever have the happy end or honest men in it? or do we all just rewind the history written by thousands of “the other women” over and over again ?
b. he didnt call because he didnt want to, he didnt leave his girlfriend because she’s more precious and you are a 1 min thing, etc…
c. what if we keep getting it straight and we miss the real intention behind the actions?
d. when are we going to stop questioning it and realize it’s not any different, he’s not different, this is not different?!
e. but, then again how do we really know if this particular case is not different?
3. If we don’t even love the person and are not yet sure we actually like them, what is it, that something different, some invisible thread that keeps us attached to them ?!
I guess you are waiting I will now start answering all those questions right?
You guessed wrong. The number of my answers are below zero.
100s of other people have been there, done that, so should we slap ourselves once or twice and leave before getting hurt ?! orr should we sugarcoat the name of our mistakes and back our actions up by the sacred excuse THE EXPERIENCE, as if the world needs any more of them, any more heartbroken people or any more unsuccessful relationships laying on our shelves?!
Well, I guess you really get what you ask for… (the excuse mentioned above) sooo… as I believe life is all about experiences I’ll do what I do best, take risks/chances and just keep going with the flow.
XXX
A
Originally published at https://www.saporemare.com on August 16, 2017.