Bachelor #35

I'm not sure how it happened, but I seem to be on a one-woman tour of the world, without ever leaving home. Sort of like, Around the World in Eighty Men. OK, there haven't been 80 yet, but I seem to be sampling the nations of the world through their men. Which, admittedly, is kind of fun. I've always felt I haven't seen enough of the world, so here's my chance.

So far, in the last year, I have visited: Greece, Iran, Poland, Israel, and most recently, Italy.

At a bar one night recently with H, we met a trio of very interesting men. Because H is very tall, the two short but attractive and successful Italian men were all mine. Not a bad little situation to find oneself in! I had, for the asking, either: a dashing, sexy, slightly aggressive, over-the-top charmer who called me "bella" and offered to take me to Italy, or a sweet, nice-looking-in-an-understated-sort-of-way, sincere, quieter type who seemed to need a fair bit of effort to work up the nerve to talk to me.

Being the astute judge of character that I am, naturally I eschewed the kind, sincere man who probably would have treated me like gold in favour of the overt charmer who turned out to be unavailable, self-absorbed, primarily interested in getting in my pants, and I suspect, despite his protests to the contrary, married. It's kind of like "two men diverged into a bar, and I, I took the one most travelled by."

Brilliant, huh?

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