Swooooon

This will be a quick one, gents. And not very kinky. More just an example of how amazing flirting can be.

Last night I had dinner at a very small and unpopulated restaurant right around the corner from my hostel in Rome. We were heading towards the train station, so we just needed to grab a deal meal on the way. What I got was a whole lot of hunky Egyptian.

His name was Hamad, and he was unspeakably charming. He was out waiter, a fact I was instantly excited about. Now everyone loves eye candy, and I was perfectly content to leave it at that. But maybe he wasn't. He relaxed against a wall (there were no other customers) and chatted with us as we waited for our food. A wait I did not mind in the least.

Eventually he started to teach us some Italian, coming to the word for "fine/good": ben. As many of you have probably already realized, that is my name. I told him this, chuckling and he just smiled at me. He looked up, as if contemplating for a second, and then looked back at me. He winked, and said "Ben.... fine". SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON. Now this guy had charm (the way all sleazy Italian men do (despite his being Egyptian)).

Soon after he ran to get our food and left in peace as we ate our dinner. Clearly I had fallen, and my travel mate was becoming increasingly frustrated at my dewey-eyed behavior. She said it was just cheap, sleazy, charm; and that it didn't mean anything. Fair enough. I focussed my attention back onto dinner.

That is, until my travel mate ran to the bathroom. Within minutes, Hamad came over to clear her plate. He bent down...inches from my face...winked, blew me a tiny kiss, and said "Ben... fine". SWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He took her plate away, leaving me breathless and with SERIOUS butterflies in my stomach! She eventually returned and I took my turn to go to the bathroom. On my way, guess who I ran into. Ugh... he looked at me intensely and asked if I had liked everything. To which I replied in the extreme affirmative heh.

As we left, my friend reminded me (near-constantly) that he was just a cheap, sleazy, charmer. But what the fuck did I care? Would I ever see him again? No. Was he even gay or interested in me? Probably not. Was he just working me for a tip? Almost definitely. And what's wrong with that? I had a great time reliving all those swooning moments that I probably haven't felt since high school. I paid, thanked him, let our eyes linger into eachothers' for just another moment, and finally left (leaving him, of course, a VERY generous tip). Fuck, he earned it!

Btw, you should all know I am writing this while on another overnight train. This time from Rome to Interlaken. There was a muscular stocky italian guy (though not particularly good looking) whose sneakers I was eyeballing the second he walked in. Tragically though, they remain up on his bunk.

You can't win them all.