I went on a date for the first time in a village restaurant in Tuscany and I ended up liking it a lot more than I expected.
I’m sure this is true for many other people who go on dates in Italy.
I’m sure there are lots of dates where you get to meet beautiful people and they fall in love with you for the sake of their own romance, and then you end up falling in love too.
But I didn’t go on a romantic date with a man who didn’t have a clear plan for the day.
That’s the way the night went, in a way.
He was trying to please everybody.
I didn, too.
I think he wanted to have sex.
My date was a guy from the city of Bologna, who was actually an Italian, who looked like a very good-looking man, and who was also the owner of a restaurant in town.
He told me that he’s the owner, but he’s also a journalist and he was an actor.
He didn’t want to tell me anything about his work, but I knew he was a journalist.
After he introduced me, I asked him what kind of night he had planned.
“It’s a good night,” he said.
He also said that he didn’t know how much alcohol he drank on the date.
Then he went on to explain the details of his night: He went to a nightclub and then he got his girlfriend to go with him to the bar.
When they left, they found the police, who asked them to get in a car and drive back to the restaurant.
Then he told me he had an appointment with the prosecutor to testify against the person who assaulted him.
This guy is an Italian journalist.
And he told us that he was going to go to court in Rome and give his testimony against the accused.
And he said that this person had been a friend of his for a while.
He also said he had a girlfriend, but they were separated.
It was the first day I’d gone on a night date in Rome, and I was already thinking about the date, which I knew to be going to be a long one.
I was so focused on the restaurant and the restaurant’s food, and the music.
But it was not long after that date that I realized how far we were going to fall.