In the last year I received four marriage proposals... nothing serious, they are playful ones, and when I think about it, I always smile.


1) At a cafè I was drinking my cappuccino and having a chat with the bartender and other people and saying the usual things as: "This government is awful, living in Italy is becoming more and more difficult, etc". I spoke out "In my opinion, my only chance now is marrying someone who has got money". 
A man said: "Miss, I'm wealthy and single, if you want, I will marry you". Everyone in the cafè screamed with laughter, we too.

2) I was moving from a bar to a place with some acquaintances of mine, the  night before leaving. One of them said: "Which are the motivation that might lead you to stay?" I said "only one: find a nice job". This person said: "I found a job for you: you'll get married with me and have my children and take care of them". I started laughing (we were both a little bit drunk).

3) I was in the lab working with a screwdriver. One of the guys came and looked at me and said: "So, it's pretty nice to see you working with screwdrivers, I'd marry you"
I said "this is very kind from you, thank you for the interest"

4) A friend of mine wrote me an email and said "I'm becoming a good housekeeper, you should marry me" 


In Italy we say "mrs. Camilla, wanted by everyone, taken by no one"

...it's me!

So, don't worry, you have to wait a lot lot lot lot of time before seeing me, dressed as a meringue, swearing eternal love to someone!

Time to return to update my blog.

During the past months I was defeated by a storm.... but, at the end of all, I think I was the one who won!

The situation has changed. In two months I passed from "Down with love/love reciprocates" to love saying "Down with Awi".
The only thing I can do is saving my pride, behave as a royal princess, and waiting till the end of the storm.
Anyway, it's awful.

I'm fed up with love. And love reciprocates.


This post was modified because of my terrible English (I literally translated from Italian)

Ok, a month has passed and I lost all the weight I gained in my stay in Munich. Now I can review May and June.

1) How can German weather afflict the beauty of a girl (maybe “beauty” is not the right  word if we talk about me, but…).

I spend two months having the most awful hair I’ve ever had in my life. The limestone in water made my hair frizzy and unarranged. You can wear the finest dressed and have the nicest makeup, but messy hair can damage the whole effect! But (there is always a “but” in everyone’s life)… cold weather helps. Relaxed face with few spots.

2) WOW!!! Crochet can help a girl’s social life.

Simpleisgood is right when she says that it’s a typical activity performed by grannies who are at least 800 years old.

But…. (another “but”…) it allows one to create a lot of decorative things from a wire. It allows one to attend “knitting Sundays” and meet a lot of smart people. Doilies are appreciated by gentle and kind people and, unfortunately, by wannabe-macho guys too L

3) “Dancing: The vertical expression of a horizontal desire legalized by music.” (G.B. Shaw) [*].

I partially disagree. I mean… it’s a vertical expression if you desire that someone you’re dancing with. On the contrary, if that someone is not the object of your lust, it’s only funny dancing. 
 

4) The existence of “manpollo”s

A manpollo is the crossbred between a person (man… even if it is not the right word, as you will read below) and a chicken (pollo).

The chicken runs up and down the farmyard in order not to be taken.

The manpollo behaves the same, even if he barely knows a girl who seems to be longing for a serious relationship.

5) Be careful what you wish for! The other people will have it, and your plate will be empty.




[*] there is something I cannot understand. Why this kind of desire should be only horizontal? And why this desire has to be legalized? maybe some fantasies are about something which maybe is forbidden in some remote US states, but...