I’ve hit the brick wall. I just don’t feel like doing much now. I have awesome hair though so I’m going to push myself out there to go places and do things – with awesome hair. The sun is shining and Rome is out in force to enjoy it.
It is official, I am the queen of the old men. Men old enough to be my father or my old father just love me. There was an older man pacing outside the restaurant where I was eating yesterday. I saw him on the street before I went into the restaurant and could see him outside the window as I ate. Then today when I was walking along the same street, he saw me again and approached me from behind (where did he come from?). I let him know that I didn’t speak Italian and he asked me a question in Italian that I was able to answer. He then wanted me to come with him to his apartment where he had an English-Italian book. Uh, nahh, thanks for asking. I continued on my merry way and a guy asked what time it was, I told him I didn’t speak Italian and he switched to English, took my hand and walked me to my destination (fortunately it was only one block away). I’m girlfriend to so many men that I don’t want. Where is my man mojo when I need it? I guess I should be grateful that I’m not completely ignored.
Oh well, I must go so that the young(er) men in Rome can see and admire my fresh new hairstyle…