Andrea

So, there was this Italian guy who.. oh, snap. There still is this Italian guy who is hell of a cute and his name is.. wait for it! WAIT FOR IT! Andrea. I KNOW, right? Andrea? Who would name their son a girl's name?
But, as it happens Andrea is a male name in Italy, who knew?

So there's this cute hot tanned toned and dreamy Italian guy. And there's also this slightest problem. I know like three words in Italian and he knows right about one word in English. And so we can communicate through this only language we both know and it's body language. I know that he's slightly younger than me but who cares. After all, he's the cute hot tanned toned and dreamy and Italian guy. Don't we all just have this thing for Italian guys? and drummers.

We used to come to the beach at the same time as the day before, so that we don't lose track of each other I guess. And we always would go to the same beach, to the same spot day after day.
And we would just lie in the sun a few feet away from each other and occasionally shoot glances to see if the other one was looking. Sometimes he would come with his friends and show off a lot. He would dive into the waves and look at me after emerging from the sea, they would play football on the beach. Well, he got me at diving already, so..

There was one time when he came with this long-haired skinny friend. And I got all jealous. She was so tiny and all. He could've grabbed her, put her on his shoulder and taken anywhere at all. And I was really really jealous. I wouldn't even look in their direction when they were diving. Lol. But this one time there was a huge wave, and they both dived and then as the wave rolled back.. Well, this long-haired skinny chick appeared on the surface of the water and I could clearly see that she was a he. Literally, it was a guy friend all along. And Andrea didn't appear for a while. And then this friend of his started to panic: he would just madly look around and shout: Andrea.

And a second later I could see Andrea's smiling face right behind this friend of his. And we both laughed so hard, it was like a bonding moment for the two of us. And this friend looked at me and turned around and decided to drown Andrea in a boyish manner, you know. And I still laughed and laughed, as I was sooo relieved at that. But as I'm recollecting it all now, I come to think that maybe.. oh well, of course not, Andrea was not. I mean, he is not a gay. Right?

This one time they were playing football. There were like four or five of them, and I guess they were not actually playing football, they were just passing the ball around. And I was going for a dip. And my path went right through this circle of boys fooling around with a football. And then Andrea said the sweetest thing that a guy ever said in my presence. He said: Aspetta, aspetta! (Which means: Wait, wait!) And he addressed it to his fellow ball-kickers. Which means, he was concerned that this strange girl could be hit with a ball and he didn't want this girl (i.e. me) to get injured. How sweet is that?!

I could have dropped a casual: Scusate. (I'm sorry) For interrupting the game of course, but that thought only occurred to me when I was far in the sea, lying on my back and squinting my eyes against the bright blue sky.

I'm not a very fast thinker after all. Yes, I am still quick-witted.
But not fast at responding, I guess.

P.S. I wish I had pictures of him. Ugh.
P.P.S. I named my blue turtle Andrea after this Italian boy. Though I got him from the Isle of Wight, England.