Gentle Men

Gentle Men

So I was dating that guy. And I was trying to be all casual about it. Which was fine, until I started to have feelings. I didn’t want to have feelings, because I didn’t want to get attached and/or hurt. And because, as we all know, feelings...
Naughty Nat

Naughty Nat

“What are YOU doing here?” This is my greeting as I wriggle through the mountains of boots, mitts and snow jackets in the entranceway at Matt and Holly’s. It’s Sunday night, and I’ve been invited for dinner, for which, miraculously, I’ve made it on time. I’m...

Day 25: That’s Amore

I get home today after a big museum escapade to find Pietro and Maria playing cards at the kitchen table. This spurs to Pietro to tell me the story of how they met. He was at a ski chalet with friends, and Maria showed up with a mutual friend… and her then husband....
Alone

Alone

“Where your friend?” That’s what the waiter asks when I sit down for dinner in a thatched-roofed beach hut on stilts. The hut has floor cushions and a low table, and there four or five similar huts scattered around, all facing the same stretch of turquoise ocean, over...