I am all packed and ready to head off to Ireland for a week's vacation! I just had my first Italian final, which went rather well. And I was pleasantly surprised by how quickly it all went. I was the first out of my class of seven people to finish the written part and my oral exam only lasted for 5 questions. At the end Francesca, my adorable professoressa, just looked up and said, 'va bene!' I was a bit stunned like.... we're done? Wow. Ok then. So I'm all done with my first 'quarter' here in Rome and I'm off for a fantastic trip to the mother country (one of them at least). I have a few hours before I head to the train station to get the airport so I thought I'd fill y'all in on some recent happenings.
So last Saturday my flatmate Lindsey and I were at Scholar's Pub planning to meet up with a pair of Italian boys we had met the night before. As it would happen only Matteo showed up... 45 minutes late. Of course Lindsey and I consulted our favorite bartender, Richard, and asked him whether we should give him the time of day. By this point Matteo had lost his charm and was just sort of a rather cute Italian guy with bad english who wanted to take Lindsey out to 'propose to her a plan to see the secrets of Roma.' Richard's advice was succinct if not very Irish. He simply said, 'forget him!' (in a slightly more colorful manner).
Lindsey and I are avoiding Matteo when I see a nice looking guy come up to the bar near us and I start up a conversation. Normally, I'm ridiculously shy, but when trying to lose a boring Italian boy who just won't take a hint I can be very enigmatic. The guy turns out to be from Australia traveling with his mates. He apologizes for interrupting our conversation with Matteo for which I thank him fervently. He goes back to sit with his friends and Matteo reappears. All of a sudden Lindsey and I are being hailed to the table of Australian boys and Matteo is left looking very confused at the bar.
Everyone we meet is so nice and kind and we just chatted for over an hour. Tobias, one of the Australians gallantly rescued Lindsey twice from unwanted advances by Matteo. Apparently nice guys still exist! To prove this point I present exhibit A: Kev. He's British, a successful video journalist, well spoken, living in Sydney, intelligent, hilarious, charming, and just all around amazing. Not to mention gorgeous. So Lindsey, Tobias, Kev, and I end up heading to another more Italian bar outside in Campo dei Fiore. We talked for hours until all of a sudden it was 4 in the morning and we had no idea where the time had gone! Although I have a vivid memory of Kev singing Aladdin songs to me because he asked me what my favorite Disney movie is and he just got too excited. It was perfect.
So basically I found the perfect guy and then he left to go back to Sydney the next morning. I'm kind of sad... my heart is a bit bruised, but I'm trying to just be happy for what happened and not live my life with 'what if's' and regrets. My flatmate Carmen put it like this: After a lot of crappy relationships that basically ruin your whole view of relationships God gave you a taste of what could be. It just wasn't the right time, but now you know what you want. And honestly, I know it's ridiculously cheesy and cliché, but I think that that's the kind of guy I could end up with. A wonderfully witty gentleman. What more could a girl ask for... Oh yeah... the British accent.
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