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Giovanni cont. By (me!) Sandra, tvgp

I am an absolute cliche write now.. This is so common; painfully common.. To, as we age, -recall our past romances.

In my heart of hearts (if I'm going to be a cliche I shall be very cliche or why bother):   in my heart of hearts I will always wish I had one true love and that I was that persons one true love; and we met early; knew write away; and spent our life deepening ...  Growing, nurturing, protecting that rare and wonderful ultimate gift.

-such has not been the case though..  Obviously.

So let me get on then with the business of recalling this particular romance because it does stand out from the several others.

Where was I?  Yes.. I had just whispered in his ear, "would you like to take those moves out on the dance floor?". -and he did.

And we danced.. And gazed in each others eyes..  And smiled.. And wiggled.. And flirted.. And all that.   He was gorgeous! In a can-you-even-stand-it kind of way.  And to top off his charisma and good looks and magnetic eyes and promising dance moves.. He could barely speak English.   Oh my God.. I was doomed. 

Now, what I can guess, retrospectively, is that earlier that day, or week.. He had apparently won big at one of the casinos..

And had absolutely no plans to hoard or keep his winnings but to just spend it as quickly as he earned it..

Because he wanted to do everything.. And it was all his treat.

And Im skipping parts.. But remember he took both my sister and I to dinner.. And every time the waiter would ask,  -anything, really. Like. What would you like to drink, for example..

Giovanni with great consistency would say, "what's the most expensive.. We want that". 

My sister and I had never been in the company of someone like this before.. And so we pretty much felt like we had just won big too.  We smiled, were highly appreciative and savored every sip, every bite..

And it seems Giovanni and I locked in plans, over his broken English and my love for his broken English, -to meet the next day for breakfast.. A walk.. A show.., etc.  

I can't remember exactly how it all went down, but my sister reported to my mom and family there.. This love at first sight encounter.. And giovanni met everyone..  And everyone approved.. And off in his hands I went..

Here we go with the cliches again.. How his eyes melted me; but they did!  Worse though.. Was how he turned to me, to help him understand and translate what people were saying.. Whether it was a waiter, or a store clerk, etc.  I knew absolutely no italian; still don't. But somehow I could always understand him.. What he wanted to say.. And I could somehow always explain what someone else was saying to him.  It requires a certain sensitivity to facial expressions, tone, gestures, body language..

But my ability to translate and being needed and appreciated in this way...

Wow.

K, so..  He spoiled me like I had never before. -or since.. Been spoiled.  And At some point I learn he lives in new york, is divorced, and has a 5 year old son.

Only took my mom a few seconds to start worrying.. Not about him or us exactly..

But -she was convinced he was going to whisk me away to new York to live with him..   And she was not ready for me to leave my bay area nest..

So.. It was good news to her (and me) that he would first come to pleasanton for a visit..

And pleasanton was in her very best form when he came.

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To be continued.

posted by SHE @ 9:14 AM