March 12th, 2008


You pervy waiter!

Last night I went to a very chic bar with Laura, a friend of mine. We spent a couple of hours gossiping and chatting about various topics, particularly relationships and politics. The highlight of our conversation was:
"You know, I've got a general rule: never get involved with someone who has more problems than you do: you'll end up loading yourself with their problems too," I said.
"Is it even possible to have more problems than we do?"
"Yeah, it is."
"Think of the people who'll load themselves with our problems."
"That's their fucking problem," I replied. [in Italian "Cazzi loro"]
Shortly after we headed towards the cash register to pay our drinks (I had a white Martini with ice and a beer). Once we paid, the waiter told us with a malicious eyewink "Have a good night." How come every time Laura and I leave that bar, waiters always imply, in one way or another, that we're going to have sex?? We have a theory: we are so incredibly sensual and sexy, they can't help but imagining us making hot hot love and wishing they were us ;DD