Casanova and The Chocolate Cake.

By alison May 30, 2007 15 Comments 2 Min Read

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Peace flits in and out of my life like a nesting bird. Lining my days with books and gardening and contentment and then just as quickly, abandoning my house for pastures new and leaving me once again bereft, restless, aching for something I can’t explain but unable to read and unwilling to write…

It has been a busy few days. Lavish with family and friends and little boys talking ten to the dozen all day long. Bank holiday weekend was lost in a swirl of socialising. On Saturday night a meal for Dianes birthday, in a new restaurant with a waiter who should have come with a danger sign swinging around his neck. As soon as he linked my arm and marched me to the table I knew he was going to be trouble. By the time he’d had me whisper my order into his ear in Italian, lifted up my hair and nibbled on my neck, told every diner in the room "She making me hot!", poured wine down my throat and force fed me chocolate cake,  I had been kissed more times than I’ve had hot dinners, Kath had nearly choked laughing on a baby octopus,  and the entire restaurant was enthralled by the amateur dramatics of  an apparently besotted  Italian waiter, charming in a way only a man who  says "Tonight I fall in love!" every third sentence, can be…

But plainly I can never eat in that particular scrumptiously  authentic Italian again, which is a downright shame because the mustard covered parma ham pizza was to die for and all the other yummy mummies enjoyed the spectacle that was my blush covered cheeks so much they can’t wait to go back.

Trouble you see follows me around like cheap perfume…

Which may or may not explain why the very next  night I could be seen tra-laaing around town with my very own Elvis impersonator, complete with sideburns and eyes so vividly blue you could probably paddle in them. Mad, bad and dangerous to know he clearly is, but before I knew it I was giggling like a schoolgirl, shimmying my shoulders and sending my mum garbled text messages it will probably take an army crack team a year or two to decipher (Grep! Still dancing! Baloney. RS. 19. So go to sleeg!)…   

It has been fun and exhausting and I miss who I am when I am not forced to be the kind of woman who attracts too much attention in restaurants and finds herself being asked for a date by the fireman who came to fix her alarms.  And so now  I am back to where I was last week. With a wierd sense of nothing in my tummy. Laying old ghosts to rest and staying up late waiting for something to happen while rooting for something resembling my life in the fridge.

This too will pass.  This too will pass.

 

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15 Comments

  1. But why didn't you accept a date from the fireman or waiter? (although, I would have been rather uncomfortable with such a forward waiter….but hey! Can you help it if you're irresistable?)
    I guess what I'm asking is: Is it that there are no opportunities or that you just haven't availed yourself of some of the things that have come up?
    You're too nice to be lonely!
    God bless.
    Terri

  2. Mari-Nanci says:

    You are a hoot!!!!!! :-))))
    Mari-Nanci

  3. Nobody looks forward to transitions. Thankfully, they are usually brief! Probably a new season is peeking around your corner. Blessings, Polly

  4. Alison….just think of all the wondrful stories you will be able to tell when you are my age and an exciting life is ten responses on my blog. I'd take a swooning waiter any day….as long as he stayed at the restaurant and I went home with my hubby;o)

  5. Gayla says:

    Being wooed by an Italian waiter, being escorted by a flaming Elvis, dancing til dawn, being courted by a nice fireman???? why would you want these things to pass?

  6. Gayla says:

    Sounds like you have a delish LIFE right now. i say, Savor it! go for it! eNJOY!!!!! aND THANKS FOR SHARING WITH US!

  7. jessica says:

    I really liked this post, I can imagine your vibrant, giddy spirit, and at the same time, the thoughts and reflections at the end of the day. i have days just like this sometimes, but don't word it quite as well…

  8. Hi Alison- loved hearing about your funny nights out- why is it always the people you least want to approach you, who always do!!!
    Just thought you might want to take a look at my new very vintage inspired Ikea cushions-see photo on my blog, they might be right up your street….

  9. Hi Alison- loved hearing about your funny nights out- why is it always the people you least want to approach you, who always do!!!
    Just thought you might want to take a look at my new very vintage inspired Ikea cushions-see photo on my blog, they might be right up your street….

  10. Whata spciy night you had at the Italian place. I'd still be blushing.

  11. Whata spciy night you had at the Italian place. I'd still be blushing.

  12. peggy says:

    life is a adventure and I sure enjoy reading about your wonderful adventures!

  13. peggy says:

    life is a adventure and I sure enjoy reading about your wonderful adventures!

  14. Bea says:

    Flattering patrons is a known way to get a big tip, so the waiter may not have been trying to bother you, particularly. There are also a lot of good ways to shut down behavior that you don't want to deal with; create a fictitious brother and tell the man how much he reminds you of said brother, for example. You can't fault other people for being themselves; maybe question what you're doing or being that creates such situations. Become the sort of woman who attracts decent men, and, as a certain author would say, "create the life you want."

  15. Bea says:

    Flattering patrons is a known way to get a big tip, so the waiter may not have been trying to bother you, particularly. There are also a lot of good ways to shut down behavior that you don't want to deal with; create a fictitious brother and tell the man how much he reminds you of said brother, for example. You can't fault other people for being themselves; maybe question what you're doing or being that creates such situations. Become the sort of woman who attracts decent men, and, as a certain author would say, "create the life you want."

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