The Italian: a wonderful human being.
The Italian and I have a favorite topic of conversation. We love women.
As it happens for the first time in our friendship, we’re both seeing women who speak Spanish as a first language. I told him about my conversation with the very nice young lady I am seeing (documented in my earlier entry) and he told me about the very nice young lady he is seeing - she is Venezuelan. Get a load of this.
He told her that it would be okay with him if she spoke Spanish in bed. She, a naturally caring woman, said, “But…then you won’t understand what I’m saying.” And he responded with, “Yes…but then you won’t have to think about it.”
I stopped him and said, “Let me get this straight. You somehow told her that you’d like her to speak Spanish so that she didn’t have to think about translating?”
He said, “Yeah!”
“So, she thinks you did her a favor?!”
He said, “Yeah!”
I said, “That’s horrible!”
He said very calmly, “I am a wonderful human being.”
I won’t lie. He’s kind of my hero right now.
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Just a random attorney writing about daily life with Little Filthy, my rotten dog.
June 29th, 2008 at 10:15 pm
Actually, when you learn a new language, and have spoken it for awhile, you cease to “translate” darlings
You stop “thinking” about it and just speak it. At least, that was my experience. When I stopped translating in my head, I knew I was on my way to actually learning the language.
Hmmmm. This new woman is a new twist. I am intrigued
June 30th, 2008 at 7:33 am
This is definitely true. I do not translate my French in my head. But I think the woman he is seeing is still doing some translating and it is…perhaps possible that the things she is saying are not terribly common or familiar to her in English. - Hence…the translation.
The new woman for me? Intriguing, you say?
June 30th, 2008 at 8:04 am
Well. See. As we know, on my blog, you’d get every little detail of the drama regarding the men in my life (new and old) but on your blog, you are mysterious and withholding (because I know that’s not the purpose of your blog :).
So yes, I am intrigued. It’s the nosy writer/researcher in me
And no, you were not the culprit I was complaining about on my blog. Silly.
June 30th, 2008 at 8:07 am
Oh. And you speak FRENCH? Hmmmmm. But you’d never been to Paris until your last trip?
Why no other photos from the trip. Pleeeeeeeease. I want to see. I miss Paris…sigh…
June 30th, 2008 at 8:15 am
Hi, Brenda,
Yes, I suppose I am rather quiet about dates. None of this should be taken as any indication that Plush is out of my life. We were not dating exclusively and are both very busy people who try to find time for each other. We have a particular brand of trust.
Yes, I speak French the most after English and no, I had not been to Paris until this trip. Ah, I will try to get some pictures up of Paris.
Glad I’m not that particular culprit.
June 30th, 2008 at 8:37 am
Oh GOOD. Because I liked her
I’m happy now 
How silly of me, I know. lol.
June 30th, 2008 at 10:36 am
I didn’t know you speak French. I knew Latin, but not French.
And you? You LOVE women? Hmm … it so happens I’M a woman! Ok seriously tho? He’s my hero too. *grin*
June 30th, 2008 at 10:49 am
I think it’s kind of awesome how the Italian managed to turn the tables on that situation.
June 30th, 2008 at 10:55 am
My metaphorical hat is off to the Instigator. It’s always a good thing when you can convince someone else to do something that works for you in the guise of a kindness to them. In fact, I think that’s my family motto.
June 30th, 2008 at 9:15 pm
I’m not good at smileys, I feel I’m not qualified to comment on this post.
But if the Italian was actually Italian and we were sleeping together and he was like, you could speak English instead of translating, not only would it make me think he was super courteous, it would make me try harder to speak Italian in bed and make it damn good so I didn’t disappoint my country.
The Italian bed talk, and the sex.
June 30th, 2008 at 10:52 pm
QTMama, if any of my blog readers knows, in painstaking detail, my love of women…it would be you.
June 30th, 2008 at 10:53 pm
SnarkyRunner - It was rather clever of him. I relayed the story to …Hm, she may need a nickname…well, I told her and I think I heard her roll her eyes over the phone.
June 30th, 2008 at 10:53 pm
Blanx - Good motto!
June 30th, 2008 at 10:55 pm
Vittoria - Thou shalt not comment without a smiley.
I mean, you’d seriously fall for this line? Of course, I don’t think anyone is asking someone to speak English to them in bed. Maybe that’s why they came up with the rule of closing one’s eyes and thinking of England.
June 30th, 2008 at 11:54 pm
if my partner spoke in another language other than english in bed, i’d be over the moon. esp if it were spanish or french.
i’m just saying.
maybe i should slip a little rosetta stone under their nose to study.
July 1st, 2008 at 6:57 am
Worse yet- someone could want to speak accountant, or lawyer, to you in bed. Ugh.
“Baby, let me explain the Rule Against Perpetuities to your body.”
“Baby?”
“Where’re you going?”
July 2nd, 2008 at 12:01 am
I fall for lines, ALL. THE. TIME.
I judge myself.
But yeah, I’m kind of tempted to use Italian in bed anyway, because the words I use to sound dirty sound… well, anglo-saxon. And therefore cleansily dirt.
July 2nd, 2008 at 9:28 pm
Blanx– LOL.
July 7th, 2008 at 11:38 am
I would marry the Italian… really…
(you know if I wasn’t already married for a million years and the mother of fourty kids…)
This new girl of yours sounds interesting - I feel a few good stories waiting in the wings!
July 8th, 2008 at 5:38 am
The Italian is an evil genius. Seriously.
HaHa, I’ve slipped and spoken auf Deutsch a few times while in the midst of certain activities, and apparently my language is not exactly a turn on for most people. I even had one person I was dating ask me if I was all right, because they thought I was hacking up a wad of phlegm. Yah, that was a mood killer.
I would love to have sexy little nothings murmured in my ear in a more delicate language, like Italian or Mik’maq.