How desperate are my parents to see me married?
Tonight they went to a barbecue, met up with some friends who just happened to know an Italian guy looking for a good Italian girl. They gave said friends my cell phone number to give to random Italian guy (aka TOTAL STRANGER and POSSIBLE SERIAL KILLER).
I'm almost sure a personal ad is next....if it hasn't happened already (hmmm...I guess that would explain the crank calls).
I told them they had crossed the line, but meddling Italians parents are meddling Italian parents. What can I do? I'll probably end up like them, so I should just shut up!
If my life were a romance novel, total stranger would call me and we'd arrange to meet at a local Starbucks. On my way there, I get hit by a car and lose my memory. Said stranger, who looks exactly like Gerard Butler, has seen the whole thing and wants to help me out, but also sleep with me because I am one HOT Italian lady, so he pretends I am his wife...I am afraid (heck..I don't remember anything), but am wildly aroused by this Gerard Butler-like stud, so I go along with it. He falls in love; I fall in love and then I find out that we're not really married, when his evil twin brother tells me everything. I feel betrayed. We separate, but ultimately we end up together and move to one of hot stud's many homes in Europe. THE END. Oh, yeah...did I mention he's fabulously wealthy and has a British accent...oh...and is a duke?
Unfortunately, my life is not a romance novel...although I am feeling a bit like a bluestocking wallflower lately.