November 3 1945,
I gained great friends from both genders, but I was still lonely. Romance was the last requirement to have my life fulfilled. At least, on the bright side, Faith and Clyde separated, so I got a slight relief. No, I don't mean to celebrate the sad incident, but I have few couples to be jealous of. 3 months after my loneliness, I met Luisa, a girl from Houston, Texas. As usual, I was going to my locker surrounded by couples until she approached me.
"Hi", she greeted.
"Hi", I replied.
"My name is Luisa West. What's yours?"
"Alfonso Costra"
"It sounds Italian", Luisa commented.
"It is Italian", I confirmed. "I migrated from Italy few months ago"
"Do you have a green card?", she asked.
"Yes", I answered. "How about you? I had never seen you during the previous months"
"I just moved here last week", she said.
"Where are you from?", I asked.
"Houston. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No"
"Great, I never had a boyfriend, and I am tired of being lonely. I never had a boyfriend in Houston, so I assured myself I'll have my first in New York"
"Wow, I mean I also never had a girlfriend in Italy", I replied.
"Great! Let's be a couple now"
"Sure"
The next thing I knew was she kissed me. Then, the bell rang.
"What class do you have?", Luisa asked.
"Geology", I answered. "How about you?"
"Geometry. I'll see you at the cafeteria"
"Sure"
Alas, I got an American girlfriend!
After Robert finished reading the diary, he closed it; he stood and stretched himself. I think I know why they never got along throughout their marriage, he theorized. Also, I think I know the lesson Sigñore Alfonso Costra is trying to teach me: Learn from Their Pity Sake, he added.
YOU ARE READING
Learn from Our Pity Sake
RomantizmBefore a German radiologist witnessed an old Italian patient's demise on his deathbed, the Italian told his lawyer that his diary would be given to the German as the beneficiary. Why would an old dying Italian man give his diary to a random young Ge...
