RAGAZZO Parte 2

Crooning on my STEREO: Svegliarsi la mattina by ZERO ASSOLUTO


My second trip to MILANO ROCKED. Though not as fabulastic as ROMA but I've achieved my primary target of material satisfaction for this month. The only arduous endeavours were the 6 hour train rides that comprised of sitting next to stinky old geezers, perverted asianphillic Europeans and wailing toddlers who deserved a tight smack on the face. Fux. So much for two nights in Milan.

Speaking of long-haul train rides, I miss the infamous RED ARROW which my family and I took from Moscow to St Petersburg. It's an overnight train ride through the subzero terrains of the Soviet Union, and boy, check out that glee in my face. (below)


In my previous post, I went into a temporary frenzy and complained about the lack of gentlemen I've encountered so far. This morning, given sunshine through my frozen windows, I decided to count my blessings.

The solution to my woes was simple: OPEN MY EYES TO THOSE AROUND ME.

I did a shortlist of gentlemen candidates in my vast directory of random friends in Italia. And hooray. I found TWO.

TWO!

DUE!

DOS!

DUA!

DEUX!


I shocked myself there as I've expected the good specie to be extinct.
Thus I will decribe the two candidates briefly here and YOU VOTE THE WINNER. (I promise you that I wont stalk them....)

CANDIDATO NUMERO UNO

Name: THE NAMELESS BAR BOY WHO WORKS IN MY UNIVERSITY CAFETERIA.

Age: Approx 25-28

Good Points: Makes amazing cafe e latte and unlike most Italianos, this clean shaven dude has NEVER shortchanged me.
Never fails to greet me at 8:30am every morning (Mondays to Wednesdays) with a boyband smile while putting up with my almost daily hangover sulk. Consistantly hands me the BEST CHOCOLATE CROISSANT and predicts that I will (always) order acqua minerale - naturale each time I loiter at the counter. Feels sorry for my inability multitask: to dig out coins from my purse while juggling the croissant on the other hand. Thus he has learnt to carry my food while I rummage for lose change.

Basic manners: SUPERB.

Bad Points: Has never asked for my name. Hence I've not asked for his.

CANDIDATO NUMERO DUE

Name: Withheld for privacy. MY FRIENDS' ITALIAN HOUSEMATE.

Age: 25

Good Points: SPEAKS ENGLISH. (thank god!) Lives with the other two Malaysian scholars and I've been hearing fantastic stuff about him EVERYDAY. Apparently makes the best pizza in the world. Chubby, I like. And he knows how to fix the heater. Respects the fact that I LOVE Bob Sinclair.
Helps his homesick housemates whenever possible. And drinks. And clubs. ALOT. Makes wonderful sangrias. Even rescued me from a probable stalker by claiming that I was his girlfriend. PHWOAR. It's so rare for a man to be proud of me.

Basic Manners: Nice.

Bad Points: He seems slightly more smitten with the prettier housemates. Or maybe its because he lives with them. Non Lo So. Or maybe I am fat.

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ITS YOUR CALL: CANDIDATE UNO or CANDIDATE DUE?