Dear Mr Spicy Italian

I met Mr Spicy Italian online. He very insistently messaged me and asked me out quickly, which I found attractive, so I thought, why not?!

Dear Mr. Spicy Italian,
Well, I suppose I should have guessed it from the moment I met you. You and your trendy jeans, leather shoes and white top, with way too many  buttons undone and the accent! Oh, kill me! I did enjoy the venue. The white tablecloths with chandeliers, fancy waiters and way too many drunk businessmen at the bar. Romantic, clean.

I loved how much you adored your family. We both have a lot of siblings and funny stories to tell. It was also fun to talk about our Europe experiences..well, you living there and me visiting a while ago. I (being ana actress and a dramatic girl) do love all things European so it was a weakness for me and stop smiling! Ah! That adorable smile. The fudge dessert was charming and I liked watching the pedestrians meandering down Colorado street with the utmost class and sophistication (or maybe it was my mind romanticizing everything). I, of course, was dressed for the occasion in my black sheer blouse blowing in the wind. For some reason, I always enjoy myself more when I know I look great.

 It did surprise me when you tried to hold my hand so quickly as we were walking down the avenue. I suppose the stereotypes must be true about Italian men and all. It was also fun looking at architecture books at the bookstore, but I could tell you were more interested in your hand around my waist than the artistry of the pictures. And it was quite gentlemanly of you to walk me to my car. We hugged goodbye for you had to be off to your night class. MBA was it? Something important like that. And then the lingering goodbye chat and oh, you suddenly needed a ride to your car. Wow, you're sneaky. I pulled up to your car and as you came into hug me, I found your lips on mine instead. Well, what was I to do, but just put the car in park and kiss and kiss and kiss??? So much for that night class. It was all very fun and spontaneous. I NEVER do things like this, but I love being in the moment and hey! You're hott!

However, I am not that kind of girl and when you tried to push the boundaries, I felt uncomfortable. I suppose you could call me a prude. I honestly don't regret our date for a moment. It was so much fun and kind of surreal and detached from real life. For a moment Pasadena turned into Italy for me. But, I was firm on needing to go. Yes, we'd been kissing for 45 minutes and it was fun, but I did have another date lined up that night. Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't have guessed and I honestly surprise myself sometimes. Sorry you are just finding out now.

I could have gone on a second date and a third date ect and kissed you and walked in romatic places with a put-on lovers glow, but why would I waste your time when I know it's going to eventually end anyway? I know you protested, but you move too fast for me and I don't want to put myself in a compromising situation because we both know I'd be tempted with your hot bod.I did however appreciate the poetry of all your pleads and texts, it was flattering. I have no doubt you have long since forgotten me and kissed many a girl since then and may even have an Italian beauty of your own now. It has been nine months. Thank you for a beautiful time!

Sincerely,
A lover of all things European