Europeans really throw off my gaydar.  I mean, who can tell? Europeans --men and women -- all look homo to me.  The Gucci man-bag with aviator glasses and a huge scarf...not a good look for anyone.

Italy was incredible!  I didn't do anything remotely touristy, but had lots of dinners with local Romans and experienced real culture.  My friend and I also went to Belgium for the weekend and were invited to a champagne party. International fun!

I wish I could report back and tell you that I humped half the lezzies in Italy, but I only speak a few phrases in Italian and being in a country where you can't freely talk to people allows a lot of time for introspection.  I was able to listen to my inner voice, and I realized that I am still very much in love with my ex-girlfriend.

Since we broke up I went to therapy, she went to therapy, we went to therapy together.  We went on a few dates.  Our couple's counselor said at our last session, "Well, it seems to me that even when you are not defining it as a formal relationship, you both still choose to be together." 

 

I called her from Italy. "What are you doing tomorrow around 1:15?  Because that's when my flight is getting in."

It was the grand gesture, folks.  I flew home from Italy three days early, she picked me up at the airport and we didn't leave her bed for 48 hours.  Bliss, I tell you.  Pure bliss.