She said she was northen Italian (i.e. Etruscan she clamied) and I just could not belive she was in her late 30′s. I could have sworn she was only 25, so we went on and on discussing that. I still barely believe her. No sugar was exchanged on that ocassion, she was in town on other business but we decided to meet up for friendly dinner. I was waiting for a few minutes outside the small boutique hotel she was staying near the Village and she came down the steps hoping ‘A fit and energetic person, obviously’. We started talking right off the bat like old friends, about all kinds of things. You know its going to be a nice evening when it starts off this well. There were no presumptions of anything as I stated before, she had the evening free before another engagement, so we wondered around until we found this small Italian place whose name I forget. And the topic came to sexuality and a casual interest in other women. As if on clue, the young waitress attending our table started talking to us and my partner touched her hand casually. Her hand stayed on the waitresses hand for a while and did not move, and the waitress did not complain. I wonder what she was thinking. Nothing came of that, but I liked the fact that the Etruscan lady showed a certain lack of inhibition and willingness to experiment. What a great evening: Spring in New York, not too hot not too cold, nice lady in a white dress, walking around the Village just like I did on my college breaks. And some of those bars are still around (centuries later, lol).
I never got to sample that tongue ring of hers…
