The Prettiest Woman

“I don’t mind. This is something that’s really exclusive to you. You’re just…beautiful.”

I blushed and looked him in the eye, “You’re leading me to think that you’ve never been with a beautiful woman before.”

“Of course I have. The key is that I’ve never been with you before and I really want to get to know you. I hope that you’ll allow me the opportunity.”

“We’re on the same page. That’s something that I would enjoy as well.”

He smiled brightly, “So tell me about you. I know that you’re a busy woman, but who are you outside of that? Where are you from?”

“I’m a constant work in progress, I’m still figuring out who I am, and it’s an interesting ride. I don’t know if I told you but I have an older sister and I’m from the south side of Chicago.”

“How much older than you is she?”

“She’s 26 years old. So what about you? Any siblings?”

“I have two younger brothers. I grew up in Orland Park.”

“Nice. How much younger are your brothers?”

“One is 30 and the other is 15.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” I said.

“Nope.” he laughed, “apparently my parents weren’t done yet.”

“I guess not. That’s a huge age gap!”

“Well what can I say? We Italians are a passionate bunch, you’re never too old.”

“That explains a lot.”

“What?”

“Well I don’t know why it didn’t hit me that you’re Italian. Your name is Vincent Caruso, duh.”

“It’s alright. Is that a problem? You have something against dating Italian men?”

“Not at all, it’s just that I was wondering why I was so attracted to you.”

“You like Italian men?”

“I guess I do. I’ve heard that they have a lot of swag, I see that it’s true.”

“Well that is partially what I’m known for.”

I laughed and shook my head, “There goes that cockiness.”

“But you like it.”

“I do.”

Soon our waitress came and we ordered. I was truly enjoying myself; he was so easy to talk to. I felt as if I’d known him for years. Over the next hour, he talked to me about some of the places he’d been. He was well traveled and he spoke about it without bragging.

“I think that you would love Turks and Caicos. It’s so relaxing and when you’re there you won’t have a care in the world. The only thing that you focus on is the water, the sand, the food and luxury.”

“That sounds divine. I’m overdue for a vacation.” I said.

“How long has it been since you’ve been on a vacation?”