My girlfriends Italian obsession
At the time this was taking place, she was not my girlfriend yet, but this is what the story is about. I had noticed her already for months, living across the road in a white house with yellow doors. I knew she liked pasta and opera, but not much else. And I didn’t know how to approach her. One day I walked by her car and saw how much Italian paraphernalia she had in there. And a plan was already starting to formulate in my head. Downloaded a solid love letter from the internet, did a English to Italian translation and there was my grand entry I had been looking for. Well, I guess you know already if I was successful or not.
