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bellatif's blog post - 2 AM
| Sunday, July 16, 2006, 9:18:46 AM |
Seems this trip is more fun then I thought it would be. Don’t know if it is the city, the weather, or the fact I just drank to much Frascati (local Roman wine) yesterday night. And I was not drunk (yet). And I also heard something of my special guy. Seems he had his own fun (he was probably more ‘out of this world’ then me). Anyhow, yesterday night, after we were back from much eating (had ‘abbocchio dish’, love it) and drinking, most of us were exhausted and wanted to get some sleep. But not me. Sitting on my hotel room I wanted to hear boyfriend and tell him all about my evening. So I decided to call him out of the blue. It was almost 2.00 AM. I knew he was at his apartment at the beach, because he told me he would sail this weekend. And with these hot temperatures, who can blame him. So after a few times ringing he picked his mobile up. But I heard a lot of noise. And I thought he would be fast asleep now. So I asked him, you at a party. I heard on his voice he was so not sleepy. And maybe even thinking, ‘fuck I’m busted’. He answered, I’m not at a party, but I’m having a party. I was so surprised! Is it the fucking Frascati playing tricks with my mind, or did I hear that correct. So I answered very surprisingly. ‘You having a party? Who is there?’. My female curiosity had to get some details. And before I go on with this you all have to know some details to fully understand this. My boyfriend and his friend give football training to troubled youth. Teenagers who are under the care of social workers. So when I asked him who was there he said he decided (and his friend) to invite the football team to spend some time on the beach. Seeing most of these kids don’t have much opportunity to even have a holiday. And because boyfriend and I will be away for some weeks, he wanted to give them a great time. And when he told me the whole story, I was so proud on him. I had no words anymore. Those things really impress me, and reminds me what kind of guy he is. Although I told him on the phone how much I loved him for doing this, he knew I would love to have been there. So before I even said anything, he answered: ‘yah tiff, love you too. And I will behave. And make some pictures so you can see what is going on.’ Like I told before, don’t know what makes me so happy now. The city, the weather, the wine or just... |
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