on a roman lover
on a roman lover
That's such a big word - lover. A lover is someone who loves, the roman guy was someone who sent me a dick pic without my consent. I saw him once, it was my first time in Rome and my plan was to hook up with anybody, so I could forget about another Italian guy with whom I was(am) still desperately in love with. So, I met that Roman guy on my last night in Rome and he was just as I like them - a bit too touchy, overly pleasing and very horny. We swapped IGs when he drove me back to my place. He wasn't my type, but if I closed my eyes, it almost felt like I'm fucking my real Italian lover who I at that point was very far away and didn't care if I live or die.
When I arrived home next day, I sent him an innocent picture of me and he replied with a dick pic. I wrote him how disrespectful that is and that he shouldn't ever sent it to anyone else. He understood.
In 6 months he messages me saying if I plan to visit Rome any time soon, to which I reply that he should invite me, so he did invite me and I went to Rome. It was the lowest point in my sexual life, so I'd take anything that's been already tested.
I went there dreaming about a lot of sex and I got one sex and a very poor breakfast. Horrible. I imagined what it's like to live such a privileged life - your own flat that you inherited from your grandparents, a cleaning lady, a car, traveling wherever you want whenever you want, sending unrequested dick pics to girls you hook up with. Heavens.
We didn't vibe at all. It is when you realize - you are from completely different planets. Even though, just at one point, he behaved just like my Italian lover. We were at a pizzeria and I couldn't eat my pizza's crust, so he looked at me disapprovingly and ate the crust from my plate. I almost started crying at that point because I remembered A. and how we went to the one of the best pizzerias in Barcelona.
Other times the roman guy was just a guy that I happened to cross paths with. You know this feeling when you try to describe something that is very important to you to another person and you look at them and you realise the other person doesn't get it at all as if you were speaking in a language they don't understand. That's how we communicated, each from its own planet, speaking different languages, living completely different lives.