waiter! waiter!

so this italian guy at this quaint little restraunt in amalfi.
walking up a couple of steps, just to the right of the cathedral in the main square, his tables lined up just right so anyone sitting could look down into the square at the people going by, the shops and the fountain which had water pouring out of a womans boobs.

he, the man i am eneamoured with, had a smile that crinkled his cheeks and eyes, from just enough sun. and i could go on to describe him in great detail, because i did watch that closely, but whats the point in that?
but everytime he walked behind me, or served us somethig i caught a wiff of him, and he smelt like fresh forests and beaches and basil. and i stared at him shamelessly, quite in love, quite in lust!

i like men like him. the ones that arent obviously beautiful, but if you forget your stereotypes and your magazines and media, you see over the imperfect bone structure and its eventually what you want.

oh well, nothing more of the evening will be repeated,
but slightly smitten is I.