After a few awkward moments, Antonio suggested we order drinks. Case closed.” We went on to make small talk and eventually our drinks came.
I managed to shake myself out of my stupor and look at the cocktail menu in time for him to ask, “What are you going to get, shorty? Antonio sent his back while I suppressed a chuckle.
My parents set me up with unrealistic expectations of romance.
Don’t get me wrong, Vincent and Angela Festino are wonderful genitori.
Their soul-mating began with an unexpected meeting at a bus depot, was almost crushed by a plot twist you never saw coming, and journeyed across the Atlantic Ocean to Italia and back again, before finally reaching its happy ending in Boston. After a month-long sabbatical, I took my mom’s advice and got back into the online dating scene.
It’s a beautiful, true love story that I promise to share soon. Whenever I told people this news in person, they almost all said “Good for you!
Not only had I just lost two hours of my life to a man raised by hamsters, but I had a horrible stomach-ache from eating both his meal and mine.
It seemed like a lot of effort, and I was starting to think that, as always, my mother was right.
“Antonio, clearly there is something wrong with your steak. there is nothing wrong with the steak, it is just a little veiny.” “By veiny, do you mean fatty? By veiny I mean veiny.” “By veiny, do you mean marbleized? It was the easiest double-dog victory in the history of dares.
Let’s call the waiter, we need to send that back.” He looked at me like I was overreacting. ” “No, Danielle, I mean veiny,” he said through clenched teeth, “I just couldn’t swallow those pieces. I made slow work of salting, cutting and chewing the meat.
It was early on a Sunday morning two years ago that I was telling a recent tale of woe and heartbreak to my mother. When you least expect it, your special star will come. Be patient — there are plenty of fish in the sea.” “But I only catch guppies! If you are single, and you are not managing your personal brand — “winking” at folks and setting up coffee dates — well then, you just don’t want it bad enough. So I was back in the game and going to meet Antonio* for dinner. Upon waking up that morning, I realized too late I was out of coffee.
She was making gravy and the comforting smell of onions and olive oil filled the house. Un-caffeinated and out of sorts, I smeared deodorant on my shirt (but didn’t find out until I was already on the bus).
In the meantime, you just have to take my word for it: my parents’ saga has left me somewhat ill-prepared for the realities of the dating world. ” as if I was on a new diet, learning sign language, or finally watching Parks and Recreation.