ROME-ance

Whilst I slog away doing the nine to five commuting routine in the DC area, my friend is living the proverbial dream.

She moved to Rome right after graduation and eventually landed a steady teaching gig. When not instructing Romans in the intricacies of English grammar, she flits about the city drinking wine and hopping on the back of dashing Romans' vespas.

One such uomo, named, of course, Rrroberto, swept my belissima quite literally off her feet.

That is, after having whetted, he quite satisfied her appetite.

Here is how she recounted it:

Her: but he's the best lover i have ever had
Me: oooo, i need to find one of those i think
Her: he invited me over for dinner a few weeks ago so he could cook for me
(which you have to admit is hot--a man who cooks!)
so anyway, he came to pick me up and brought me back to his place, put on some music, put the water on the stove to boil
then he started kissing me in the kitchen, led me into the bedroom, and made love to me before he even put the pasta in the pot!
Me: oh que c'est sexy