Had promised to pick her up on the outskirts of town - she had heavy luggage. Time at the farm overran, and I eventually had to tell my driver to go straight to collect her. Still late. I intended on dropping him off in the city centre as I didn't want him to drive me, preferring to drive myself. My social life is mine - not part of work. However, he knows the city better than I, so it would have taken me far longer to get to her. Anyway, he was most apologetic to her, saying it wasn't my fault etc. She was very pleased to see me, but very tired and I took her straight home.
We prepared for her mother in the car: the last time I visited, her mother had me pinioned in the hallway, telling me I had to marry her daughter. She was most embarrassed about it, and I've not been allowed back since. At the time I pretended I didn't understand her mother's English, to try and minimise her discomfort, and never referred to it. Tonight, her oblique referral was the first mention.
Sitting in the back of the car she was so animated, constantly chatting, often touching my leg and worrying about my health. She thought I looked ill (I don't), and threatened to take me to the doctors... am I eating enough... etc etc. At the apartment, my driver waited while we took the luggage inside. Just before the lift arrived, she stared straight at me, let out a really raucous, joyful laugh, then grabbed my face with both hands kissing me quick and hard on the lips. It was an honest moment, and actually very intense communication.
She said she'll only stay for a month though - wants to go back to Italy. Shame, but I understand. She asked me if I'd had any female entertainment, and I truthfully told her 'no', 'not interested'. She knows I was being honest - she knows. I never asked her, but she implied that it was the same case for her. She has some friends visiting from Italy in a couple of weeks, and keenly asked me to stick around - she really wants me to meet them... or them to meet me. That is interesting, as they are from the 'glamorous' part of her life that I am not part of. All I hear is anecdotal stories, and I never ask to know anything. That is hers, and no business of mine. Now it looks like she might want to make me a part of it. That certainly suggests a degree of fixture in her life/future, since if you have another, far-flung life, would you bring somebody from back home into it, unless you envisaged them being a larger part of your whole life? Her friends will then know me, and no doubt discuss me with her (or have they already?) - then there's no escape. Once you have mutual disparate friends on Facebook or suchlike, you're tied together in so many ways.
Tomorrow she has decided we are going for a picnic, somewhere nice she knows. She will call me when she wakes up, and I'll go collect her. We might be meeting another of her female friends. That is lovely - she genuinely wants to spend time with me, and bring me into her wider circle.
Then I went home, to do some work, sitting on the sofa. I put Skype on-line as it can provide natural breaks from work, and she appeared on-line within a minute. I didn't call her - I was working, and don't want to appear always in her face - after all we'd only parted 30 minutes earlier. She called me. No reason, just talking for a few minutes before she went to bed. During today she has said 'love you' several times. And held, kissed and hugged me a lot. Will see how this month goes - and what will happen if she does move to Italy. I hope she doesn't... but that is merely me being selfish.
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