“I don’t know you, but I love you.” An immortal quote made by a sleazy Brazilian which pretty much sums up the average European male’s attitude to women. “Bellissima,” “meravigliosa,” the list of compliments goes on. I can’t help but get flattered, even if the same thing may be said to every female to set foot in a club.
This is how it began: last night after having dinner and a few lethal and undrinkable cocktails at an Irish pub with a visiting friend from Sydney, we headed back to Via Zamboni, the main street where the uni can be found. By that time it was around 11.30 pm, which, judging by the amount of young people gathered on the streets, seemed like the perfect time to be heading out. I could feel myself getting excited, the night was young and I had no worries or things to be grumpy about, apart from being absolutely freezing. Firstly we went into a bar called Lime. Silly us decided to order another cocktail, this time a cosmopolitan, thinking that the mixer might disguise the terrible tasting alcohol. We were wrong. All you could smell and taste in those cosmos were vodka, vodka and more vodka. I was going to spew. Another 5 euros down the drain. Then again, compared to cocktails in Sydney which can cost up to 18 dollars, I guess it wasn’t that much of a money waster.
We ended up meeting two female Erasmus exchange students, one from London the other from Ireland. They arrived last September and are here for another six months. I looked around at the tables of English speaking students. At that moment I realised that it may just be true- people here speak more English than they do Italian! How was I meant to improve? That thought came and disappeared after the girls told me they were taking us to Kinki, a nightclub next door which was holding the official welcome party for Erasmus and foreign exchange students! What a night to come out, it was truly meant to be.
Kinki reminded me of my summer trip to Greece a year and a half ago: loads of sleazy guys, some of which were very good looking, and definitely not afraid to approach women. I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world there, and I’m sure all the others did as well.
These guys know what to say to women. It’s like they have practised on so many that their lines and game plans have been memorised, perfected and immortalised. Once you’ve had a few drinks into you it’s pretty hard to resist.
One guy's little speech to try and kiss me went like this:
“You are awesome!” He told me.
“You don’t even know me!” I replied.
“You wanna know how I can tell? Number 1, you are being difficult, and I like that. Number 2, you are a very good dancer and number 3….” ( I can’t remember what number 3 was now!)
He then continued to repeat how even though we were both seeing other people, no one would see us kissing in the club, he was leaving forever tomorrow and my beauty was on another level.
I though it was best to go home as soon as possible to avoid giving in to my spontaneous desires.
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