In Venice I felt ratehr lonely with all these fat happy couples around me riding their stupid Gondolas. A Gondolier waved at me while I crossed a bridge near San Marcuola. I waved back and blew him a kiss and walked on. He intercepted me some streets later and invited me on his Gondola and into his flat. I refused. We kissed. He was cute. But I was not about to fuck a man that suggested that it would be romantic for me to do so. To fuck a Gondolier in Venice. Like it was some kind of tour package he sold to lonely single women. May be if I were 40 I would do it. But I am not 40.
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