I have always said that life has its own ways of creating its history. And while on that actually the whole world has its magical way working like that. An actual collection of these stories, experiences and memories. Intertwined so beautifully even if at some point of life these emotions that a person emits might be considered painful and pessimistic, but at a different point in life, your whole body screams that you are happy and the most important thing is that you can feel it. You can feel when the rush comes, and you know that you are on the right path. You know inside you that life is again interesting.
And no my ex roommate, as much as you and the popular culture believes or its taught to believe, we are not the only ones responsible for our happiness. That undermines our emotions and disrespects all the people that at some point brought pain/displease/turbulence/comfort/happiness in our lives. You are an architect of your life yes, but you can’t exist on your own. From many many times ago, the key for everything and the key for people surviving is that they learnt how to help each other. How to be more efficient by working together. A technique that is commonly applied everywhere nowadays. People care about people. People help people, and people make other people happy. It’s what makes this life beautiful and interesting. And even if when it happens it takes you unprepared, just enjoy it. And so it begins the story of the newcomer definitely more than just your casual roommate/newcomer.
It was the day of Tuesday. Just your casual Tuesday, far from Friday. The difference, I was about to meet my new roommate. A female. And yes, I won’t lie, I do prefer living with someone good looking. What can I do, I am a selective bastard. One of my peculiarities. Because if she is good looking everything changes. Because the actual conversation changes. Because you pick your words, you think you listen to her more with greater attention. It comes naturally. Yes you should treat everyone the same and yes I can be good to everyone, but at the end, if there is the possibility to go out with this person to have some fun to enjoy your company, I do prefer that she is good looking.
So here I am, a casual tired bloke that returns back home, with not so high or hopes at all in that sense. With a thought that I will after a month be able to live with someone once again, because yes living by yourself is nice, but when you don’t share anything with anyone, the house is just a house empty 4 walls. As I enter, I see her look. Not so dangerous. For the better. Or for the worse. Because I know myself and I know that I can easily fall on those kinds of looks. Restless but so passionate, a different kind of passion that I am slowly having the possibility to unravel and get to know better. My instant reading of the people commences, and based on the duration of it, I know what to expect. If I want to “read” her more and know her more, I know whether I can be in “trouble” or not. And I perfectly know that now is the “dangerous” time, a turning point in my life where I have to decide what is the next challenge. So yes, I meet Giulia, and I instantly notice that she is definitely not like the others. Beautiful name, serene, with an amazing tranquility around her, with that sexiness that is not aggressive, but it’s so seductive. With that feminine low pitched voice, which is one of the many various beauties at women.
What’s a gentleman to do, I must be on my highest level, I must care about everything, and be more. Because when you try to impress, even if maybe it’s wrong to think, but it’s normal that you do want to impress people that you like especially at the beginning. A short 30 minutes talk on the first day. And for the first time after quite some time, I want more of her and more of her stories. Not necessarily because I find her beautiful and I am interested. But because she is different, she is an amazing person, and she is smart. And she catches your attention. For a picky emotional person like myself, that is important. When it happens, it fills me and it’s like a catalyst. A catalyst for change.
Fast forward a bit, I get to know her more on Wednesday, way more, and I get out to have a burger on Thursday night with a couple of friends. Funny enough detail but I still don’t have her number. I reserved a table for Friday night for 6 people, me, my 4 friends, and my roommate. Without asking her, but something inside me screaming that she will accept the invitation. I got home on Thursday at around 22:30, and I hoped that she will up so that I can officially invite her. It didn’t happen and I found out the next day that she had a headache. So, there I am on Friday morning now knowing her number, and not still not having invited her. I am about to leave for work, and then after work directly go to the place. So, my old school me has to take initiative. I grab a sticky note, a pen, and I start writing out the invitation together with my number, hopeful that she will write during the day. She accepts the invitation, and obviously I am excited.
The night was spectacular, from the walk with her, to her actual meeting my friends, to every single conversation, to every single joke. And for a guy that lives more on the serious side of life, seeing all of that and all that atmosphere is amazing. Now that I am recalling the situations and the moments from yesterday, I can conclude that it was really magical. There is something in the Friday Milan nights and the aperitivo. Something that can’t be very well described. Something that begins, something with a soul and with a meaning.
That is exactly how I felt yesterday, that something started. As of now, and as it’s normal, that something is not very well defined. And it makes my life more interesting. It’s an amazing how a newcomer can change so much in such a short time. And I am lucky enough to be able to see her on a daily basis. C’est la Vie