I am aware that the posting of yet another dating woe story significantly compromises the good reputation *coughs gently and unashamedly* of my blog.
But I have another.
And I'm posting it.
While bidding farewell to the stewardess on Tuesday (did I mention that she's a Lufthansa stewardess? If not, I should have), I noticed a poster for the Modena City Ramblers, one of my favourite bands ever. They're pretty much The Pogues, but in Italian. For an Irish Italophile, that's as good as it gets.
Since most of my friends here are ignorant imbeciles unaware of the wonderfulness of Italy, I asked the Italian to come with me. #1, for the record. (Still not funny, don't even think about making jokes, ye feckers). Since the venue was really really close to my place, I told her to pop along a bit before the 2100 kickoff so we could have a couple of sneaky beers.
2105: Called her and found out that she had made other plans. She was very sorry about her failure to inform me of this. I am pleased to report that I conveyed my disappointment at this decision in a very decisive and swear-ridden way. After a very swift number deletion, I was on my mildly drunken and lonesome way (of course I had been drinking while waiting).
Support band: really fun.
People there: all Italian, all very short. I felt like a giant, a giant who had just revisited a country, the language of which he once spoke.
The interval: I was determined to speak to someone. Anyone. Was enough lucky to spot that the guy on the stage checking the equipment was wearing a t-shirt bearing the name of a village deep in the Dolomites that I lived in for a month. So I picked out the most attractive female around me and asked her about it. Ding dong! TOURIST! From Sicily. No English, no German. Just Italian. Fantastic.
The Ramblers: wonderful. Belligerent crowd, reminded me of my time in Genova.
The Sicilian: very obliging until a kiss occurred, then she became very difficult. I am learning a lot about Italian females, I should have done this when I lived there.
In conclusion: Stood up by one attractive Italian female, going out with three attractive Italian females tomorrow evening.
I can live with that.
