Nursecutie's last post about some dumb things that happened to her, but mostly Polarheart 's comment about her mistaking the names of two different people related to another one in an embarassign way...(lol) reminded me of my biggest and dumbest mismatch of people.
Well......i had worked for 3 months as youth counselor in a summer camp at the Dolomiti. I was in college at that time and this was a great way to earn some money.
During those months i had become close friend with a girl who had felt in love with another counselor, Sergio.
When our assignment ended she invited us to stay at her home in Genova for few days. There we had a blast going around the old quarters of the city, partecipating to her political activities and drinking white vine at any small bar in the port. They use to drink chilled wine accompanied by a portion of little fried fish. Uhm, delizioso!.
Ok, back to the story of my embarrasment.
After I left Genova i went back home while Sergio headed for Barcellona and Paris. I started receiving the most beautiful postcards from him from any place he was visiting. I really liked him a lot and i was happy for the two of them.
After two months or so my sister brought home some friends of her. And one of them was Stefano.
A striking good looking guy, with green-greyish eyes and light brow hair, tall and lean, intelligent and mysterious. It was attraction at first sight between us but he had to drive his friends back to Florence that night so we didn't have the time to deepen that unmistakable chemistry.
Two days later i got a phone call.
When i answered i started to talk with who i thought was my friend Sergio. He was very happy to be back home and wanted, absolutely wanted to see me again. I asked him about his trip and he told me everything had gone well but now he really, really wanted to see me.
I smiled at his excitment and insistence. I thought that Sergio had for sure a lot of things to tell me about Paris or our mutual friend in Genova.
So we decided to meet the very next day at the Stazione Termini in Roma.
I was very impatient to see him again.
So there i was.....looking around to see his face in the middle of that huge train station, Saturday afternoon.
Then.... from the distance and confused with so many other people, i started to notice another familiar figure. And my heart sank, my stomach felt thosuand of butterflies flapping around. The figure was getting closer and closer and the details were gettin clearer .....i couldnt believe my eyes...
I remember thinking "What the odd. Of all the people in the world i want to see there he is".
I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Because Stefano was right in front of me, smiling ear to ear to me.
I just blurted out, giggling: "'What a great coincidence. What are you doing here?"
Stefano looked at me, puzzled.
Then he kept smiling, evidently thinking i was joking.
"What do you mean what i am doing here?"
And i continued - completely oblivious of the situation and what was going to happen.
"This is simply amazing. I am here waiting to meet a friend of mine and there you are".
In a split of a second i realized what had happened: Stefano had called me and asked me to meet him at the station. Not Sergio. They just happened to have the same voice at the phone. I had mistaken one with the other one.
I wanted to die. I felt the dumbest girl in the whole world now.
And i immediately realized that at the same time Stefano was understanding what had happened too.
It must have been quite humiliating for him.
This hot guy who i was dying to see again was realizing that i was there waiting not for him, but for another man.
The smile quickly disappeared from his face.
And so i started to talk frantically explaining all the horrible misunderstanding. I wanted to tell him that i quickly i answered yes to the invitation because i liked him very much but at the same time i didnt want him to understand exactly how much i liked him...oh, i felt so stupid.
Stefano was listening with a cautious attitude. Could you blame him?
But then all the obvious confusion and silliness of the event took place.
And he acted like a good sport.
He accepted my explanation and at the end he told me.
"Well, enough with this nonsense....no matter how but you are here. What do you want to do?
I felt relieved. And we ended up having a great fun. He brought me to a cute restautant in Trastevere, we walked hand by hand in Piazza Navona and ate ice cream, we sat at a bar at the Spanish Steps for a coffee and we spent the night at his parent's home. They were out of town.
And, yes, we ended up making love.
It was really beautiful but i knew he had to leave the very next morning for Torino to start his new job.
We never met again.
I kept thinking of him for some time after that day, marvelling about such a beautiful experience had indeed sprouted by such an emabarassing start.....;-)
Any crazy situation like this one ever happened to you while dating?
