You have a firm bum. Tu hai un sedere sodo. Sweet kisses. Dolci baci. Long caresses. Lunghe carezze. Let's pig out. Smaialiamo. The first Italian words I learned were a bit impractical. My Italian boyfriend taught me these words (parole) on-the-fly, in the bed, whenever randomly I asked... how do you say this in Italiano? You would be surprised how many ways you can work the word gnomo, the Italian word for gnome, into a conversation if it's one of the only words you know.
Making my limited Italian worse is the fact that I already speak some Spanish. Italian and Spanish are very close, so sometimes I accidentally mix up the words or pronunciation when I'm talking into something we call 'Spitaliano'. Not pretty.
Sono americana. I'm 36-years old, American, and live in New York City. My boyfriend, Fabio, is Italian and lives in Como, Italy. I have considered not telling people this anymore because of the reactions I get. Responses from the blunt: "well, that will never work!" to blank stares. Not very optimistic about my international relationship considering we're all supposed to be thinking globally, not locally these days, and it's a small world after all.
Fabio and I have been dating long-distance for 6-months now and I haven't had a relationship this uncomplicated in years. I know what you're thinking... "of course it's easy, you never see each other! You aren't experiencing his annoying every-day idiosyncrasies over text messages, phone calls or emails." Well, maybe you're right, but convenience isn't everything.
My ex-boyfriend lived 6-blocks from me in Manhattan. It couldn't have been more convenient. I am occasionally irritated that didn't work out. The proximity kicked ass. We never had to plan anything in advance or remember to bring extra clothes for sleepovers or take the walk-of-shame. But honestly, I also think that's a lot of the reason it didn't work. How can anyone possibly appreciate something or someone that is so accessible and available?
So now I'm going over 4,000 miles to visit my honey in Italy after Christmas. I've never seen where he lives. Actually, that's not entirely correct. I've never seen his house, which is not where he lives right now since it's being renovated. In the meantime, being Italian, he lives with his parents in their house, which I have seen in photos....pictures of the kitchen, his bedroom, the view of the deep blue lake, the picture-perfect mountain peaks, the quaint village around the corner. Yeah, I'm pinching myself the same color blue as the lake!
As soon as I booked this flight, I signed up for a Beginning Italian language course where I am learning NEW words that are handy in every day conversation with normal people. After five 2-hour classes at ABC Language school I can conjugate verbs and make jokes and complement pasta deliziosa! I can put the words for hugs, kisses, little kisses, big kisses, tender kisses, and hot kisses into sentences! I can say it's nice to meet you! Let's go to Lake Como now! Andiamo a Lago di Como ora!!!
