Part 6 (1/2)

They were the gold capeis to the aura scattered what' n thousand sweet knots the avolgeas This way Petrarca saw his/her Laura.

The thick love shows yourself some details of which n.o.body normally realizes. This was another of the things that you/they had told me on the love, and at least on that I could agree with them. I saw in Giorgia things that I would not have noticed in nessun'altra woman. Even once in the library is sat next to us a cagnaccia that seemed to hardly be gone out of a film of Riccardo Schicchi, half undressed and that it cast me glances ammiccanti.

I looked only her at an instant, then my eyes were all for Giorgia. I could not risk to lose me certain expressions and certain smiles.

For some I was afraid of star to become fennel!

Pian pianino from the phone calls, to the meetings in the library, we also gave to meet us in our leisure time, to drink a beer together or to make two chatters among friends. More than three months you/they were pa.s.sed by now by our first meeting.

Three months and had not seen her anchors the gnocca! A black nick on my reputation of sciupafemmine.

There is to say that in that period I went in bed however already with two or three different women to week, therefore it is not that this big necessity I had to do determined physical exercises, however for me you/he/she has never been a problem to make some extras, rather.

For a good week I didn't see her/it more in the library and even out. It had to take an important examination and accursedly difficult.

You/he/she had already given him for well three times, and in everybody and three the attempts you/he/she had not even succeeded in reaching the sufficiency. And to say that however she was one gotten used to bring home feel happy votes, but the subject was quite a lot difficulty and its teacher, from that that sustained her an authentic stupid!

This time had decided to devote it becomes animated and alone body to the study.

I called once only her that week, when he/she answered me I understood that it was particularly tired and worn-out, therefore we spoke few and then I left her/it alone.

Tuesday was the day of the examination the prophetic day of the disappointment or the reward.

The morning I could not do anything else other than to think about her, as was the examination going? What questions would you/they have done her?

Toward the two in the afternoon, while I was being on the undecided couch there whether to do me or I lead a saw to deceive the time, a call it arrived to me on the jail cell.

Was her!

I went to answer with impatience, trying to a.s.semble me on immediately to interpret his/her tone of voice and therefore his/her state of mind.

The result of that examination you/they would immediately have made him known after the term of the test, therefore surely you/he/she was calling me to make the result know me.

I answered.

On the other side of the cornet anybody scream of joy and outlet, anybody tear but not even any victorious laughter. It had entirely a normal voice, as if you/he/she had just returned to shop to the supermarket.

Then? As you/he/she has gone? I asked her impatient to know the answer.

Eh, from the, malaccio has not gone.

It was his/her answer some cold and generic.

I didn't understand if it were a good or an evil, that sentence could mean everything as nothing.

Malaccio has not gone? What does he/she want to say? Have you pa.s.sed the examination?

You/he/she had not perhaps pa.s.sed him/it but you/he/she had been all right some other times, or you/he/she had pa.s.sed him/it with the least one and it was not satisfied entirely of the result that would have influenced his/her general average.

Yes, yes, the examination at the end I have pa.s.sed him, even if it was accursedly difficult as the other times.

It didn't have a satisfied voice while it was making that affirmation.

Be', but have you accepted him the vote? Doing want you can still retry always and to hope in something in more, no?

I tried to console her/it, even if I didn't feel her/it sad.

But yes from the, at the end I have decided to accept him/it. Also because I don't think I could take more than I have taken today.

There was some silence, she was the queen of the suspense, then to a line a cry of joy for a little it didn't break me the eardrums: I have taken twenty-nine, I have broken him the culo this time to that accursed old man!

Had pa.s.sed him/it, and almost with the maximum one of the votes! I believe it that it was to the seventh sky, you/he/she would have been him/it whoever to his/her place.

A beautiful joke had thrown me, you/he/she had made me worry. I was happy for her!

An event of the kind owed for strength celebrated being, and so we decided to meet us the evening to toast to its success.

It was the first time that we saw out us of the library.

I have to say that I was enough shaken. If I think well it it was my first real exit with a girl in absolute, every other time the exit was only a loss of time in attends him to make s.e.x.

Besides, when you go out with a girl with which you already know as it will go to end you are calm, relaxed, sure of you. You already know as to behave you, you have accustomed there, you have made him quite a lot times, nothing it frightens yourself, sting straight to your objective, and you know that on the other side you have a person that desires as perhaps yourself you desire her.

You/he/she had always been this my strength. The girls went out with me because you/they had felt the legends that turned on my account, and they wanted to ascertain that they were true, not because they found me nice or because I treated her in particular way.

I knew what they wanted, and I knew that in that circle I would never have disappointed her.

With Giorgia instead it was not this way. From what I knew her you/he/she had never felt to speak of me, neither in well neither in badly, therefore of certain it didn't go out with me to meet one” legend.”

There is also then the fact that had not sincerely expressed never an interest in my comparisons that it purely was not friendly, and me an exit in friends.h.i.+p I didn't even know thing it was.

Obviously I knew that it was not as if I went out with one friend of mine: to go around to party, to get drunk himself/herself/themselves and to make himself/herself/themselves I boast of his/her own belches and of the own scoregges it didn't seem me the case, therefore I knew how me would not be due to behave.

But what I instead would have had to do? To go to the cinema? Perhaps too much intimate. Cenetta out? Perhaps too much binding. Done walk to the clear one of moon? Perhaps too much romantic. To the end decided that I would have left to her the choice. To her the first movement! I would have had only to behave accordingly me so that to reduce to the least one the risks of error or incappare in some embarra.s.sing situation.

I pa.s.sed her to take at nine o'clock under house, I had the car while she still turned with the half public, and the case didn't seem me to send alone around her with the dark.

Went out of the front door of his/her building, was very beautiful!

Until then I had never remained so fascinated by his/her physical aspect, perhaps because I always had him and only it approves some dowdy, to go to study in the library, or perhaps because it was the situation to be changed, or even I was changed really me.

A lives shoulders black discoveries with some frills that it finished fifty-fifty thigh, two cry shoes with heel not too much tall, a small pochette to exalt even more his/her elegance, a veiling in more than makeup that went to emphasize his/her beautiful features.

I felt me ridiculous, I was dressed practically normal, from every day, a dark blue jeans and a black s.h.i.+rt, in front of her I seemed a b.u.m.