So About This Italian Woman
When we first met – I’ll be honest, I was attracted to her. She had a look and an attitude that I liked, that I’m usually attracted to – there’s a strength that I love about Italian women. But I didn’t know how to approach her. I felt a bit invisible around her. So I was actually a little nervous and excited when we did have a chance to go out and catch a drink as group. It was a chance for us to finally talk.
Then after the outing, on the drive home, I called her and then we continued our talk, and then when I got home we still continued to talk, but when we saw each other the next day it was as if the long conversation hadn’t happened. We were polite to one another, and then weeks later, when we went out again with a group of people – we talked on the phone up until the moment she came to the bar. I’ll have to admit that I’m a better conversationalist on the phone or through letters than I am in person, due to the fact that I won’t ever talk the person that I like in public. There’s something vulnerable about the idea of the world knowing you care or even are attracted to a person. Maybe I’m like LR in that regard, that I don’t like everyone up in “my business.”
But when she came to the bar, she talked to my friends and flirted with another guy [who had a girlfriend]. And then when everyone went home, it was just her and I – she was drunk and I was the designated driver for a couple people. So I told her that I’d stay, and I took her to a local 24–hour diner to sober up, but she couldn’t eat or drink anything. So I said, “I do live around the corner, and I have a couch that you could sleep it off on – if you’re interested?” I had no intentions, because drunk women when you're sober aren't hot. She came back home with me, and on the way home I had to stop so she could vomit – it sounded like 2-liter bottles being broken over West Boulevard.
I opened the door and she went straight to the bathroom, and she rested there for half an hour before I asked her if she was all right. She said she was, but needed a blanket and pillow. I opened the door and there she was sleeping on my bathroom rug by my toilet. I let her stay in there the entire night. The next morning, she woke up and we tried to make light of it, but even then – it was still uncomfortable. It’s as if friendship just won’t bend that way, it’s been left out in the cold for too long and these outings never seem long enough to thaw it out – even over the course of a whole night.
She and I still didn’t speak, and it took some time before we could look at each other again. And when we did, we talked the way strangers do – politely and deliberately, and always minding where the line is. Then on Friday, she came out with my friends again. She talked to one guy, then another, both of which are committed and their significant others are expecting, and I was talking to another woman – CG, she and I met a few months ago, and we talked on the phone and on email, but for the life of me – I couldn’t remember what she looked like, and I decided to believe that she was attractive the last time I saw her, and I told myself that she must still be – I think.
But when I talked to CG, then to the black woman who accused me of wanting to touch her ass and her smiling as if it were all right for me to want to touch her ass [later on from our common friend I learned she had the yellow fever], then the vomit woman, who just moments ago said that I was sore because I wanted to score with her the night she got sick, decided to make an off color statement that embarrassed me in front of the black woman. I said something witty, something that saved face before I walked away.
My friend BT says that she might like me. She also says that maybe she acted that way because I’m so distant and cold, and her, being an attractive woman isn’t comfortable being treated that way. And she might like that too. BT also said that said person might gravitate towards men in commitments because they're safe. BT had a lot of good points, but the one thing that still sticks in my mind is that I never understand women – when I treat them horribly, neglect them, blatantly flirt with other women in front of them, they suddenly care for me. But when I’m attentive, romantic, and try to communicate everything that I’m thinking – I’m shunned.
I’m going to be 30 this year, and with all of these years under my belt, candor is the only thing that I look for; the ability to speak frankly and sincerely, something more eloquent, intelligent than those that are merely blunt. A toddler who still shits him[her]self has that ability – what I’m looking for is a bit more refined.
Then after the outing, on the drive home, I called her and then we continued our talk, and then when I got home we still continued to talk, but when we saw each other the next day it was as if the long conversation hadn’t happened. We were polite to one another, and then weeks later, when we went out again with a group of people – we talked on the phone up until the moment she came to the bar. I’ll have to admit that I’m a better conversationalist on the phone or through letters than I am in person, due to the fact that I won’t ever talk the person that I like in public. There’s something vulnerable about the idea of the world knowing you care or even are attracted to a person. Maybe I’m like LR in that regard, that I don’t like everyone up in “my business.”
But when she came to the bar, she talked to my friends and flirted with another guy [who had a girlfriend]. And then when everyone went home, it was just her and I – she was drunk and I was the designated driver for a couple people. So I told her that I’d stay, and I took her to a local 24–hour diner to sober up, but she couldn’t eat or drink anything. So I said, “I do live around the corner, and I have a couch that you could sleep it off on – if you’re interested?” I had no intentions, because drunk women when you're sober aren't hot. She came back home with me, and on the way home I had to stop so she could vomit – it sounded like 2-liter bottles being broken over West Boulevard.
I opened the door and she went straight to the bathroom, and she rested there for half an hour before I asked her if she was all right. She said she was, but needed a blanket and pillow. I opened the door and there she was sleeping on my bathroom rug by my toilet. I let her stay in there the entire night. The next morning, she woke up and we tried to make light of it, but even then – it was still uncomfortable. It’s as if friendship just won’t bend that way, it’s been left out in the cold for too long and these outings never seem long enough to thaw it out – even over the course of a whole night.
She and I still didn’t speak, and it took some time before we could look at each other again. And when we did, we talked the way strangers do – politely and deliberately, and always minding where the line is. Then on Friday, she came out with my friends again. She talked to one guy, then another, both of which are committed and their significant others are expecting, and I was talking to another woman – CG, she and I met a few months ago, and we talked on the phone and on email, but for the life of me – I couldn’t remember what she looked like, and I decided to believe that she was attractive the last time I saw her, and I told myself that she must still be – I think.
But when I talked to CG, then to the black woman who accused me of wanting to touch her ass and her smiling as if it were all right for me to want to touch her ass [later on from our common friend I learned she had the yellow fever], then the vomit woman, who just moments ago said that I was sore because I wanted to score with her the night she got sick, decided to make an off color statement that embarrassed me in front of the black woman. I said something witty, something that saved face before I walked away.
My friend BT says that she might like me. She also says that maybe she acted that way because I’m so distant and cold, and her, being an attractive woman isn’t comfortable being treated that way. And she might like that too. BT also said that said person might gravitate towards men in commitments because they're safe. BT had a lot of good points, but the one thing that still sticks in my mind is that I never understand women – when I treat them horribly, neglect them, blatantly flirt with other women in front of them, they suddenly care for me. But when I’m attentive, romantic, and try to communicate everything that I’m thinking – I’m shunned.
I’m going to be 30 this year, and with all of these years under my belt, candor is the only thing that I look for; the ability to speak frankly and sincerely, something more eloquent, intelligent than those that are merely blunt. A toddler who still shits him[her]self has that ability – what I’m looking for is a bit more refined.
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9:22 PMI have a bok for you my friend. The Game by Neil Strauss.
9:23 PM
hahaha or a book.
4:43 PM
Tran, I feel for ya man.
I would have to agree with some of what BT said, that she might like you, and just as you get nervous around her, she might do the same. But she can easily talk with men she knows are already in a relationship because there's no pressure there.
There was a guy I flirted with in my early 20s for about three months because we were both too nervous to make an actual move that might indicate that we were interested. He eventually made a move and I easily caved.
Then again if "the vomit woman, who just moments ago said that I was sore because I wanted to score with her the night she got sick, decided to make an off color statement that embarrassed me in front of the black woman" really thinks you just wanted to score with her and also tells off color jokes, maybe you want to think twice about her.
4:33 AM
TRAN:
To theothermichelle, yellow fever is a nickname for men and women that have a fetish for Asians.
To kat, I'm trying to look the other way, putting logic and common sense into the mix, but I'm only human, I take that back, I'm a man, a nice figure, great smile, sense of sick humor, and a great ass have a lunar effect on me, and it pulls my tide.
9:40 AM
Well good luck to you, my friend.
Yellow Fever- never knew there was a term for it; I know I still got it bad.
4:14 AM
To theothermichelle - first of all, you sound like a dirty girl when you try to manipulate me into saying that, and that’s hot. And secondly, when a woman wants me for my body, instead of my intellect, again more hot points, and lastly I pass the baton onto you – educate the world on the hotness of Asian men. If they don’t know by next Friday, you’re fucked.
Thanks for the compliment, and also compliments need to go out to your husband for bagging you – sounds like he got a feisty woman. Again, more hot points.
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