Max came along and I thought he would be the perfect person.
By “came along” I mean we matched on Hinge. He looked kind of neanderthal like…gormless, also a bit like James Franco, but not enough to make me *catch feelings*. In the first five minutes we established two things.
Needless to say I wasn’t killed in a satanic ritual. (read pt 2 here)
Instead, Black Hair and I were kissing on the stairwell outside his grandparent’s flat.
Each kiss left me dizzy and I was waiting for it to get boring but it never did, so I reached for his belt to unbuckle but he swatted me away.
At 6am, as I was leaving, he remarked:
“I have blue balls.”
On the Uber ride home I wondered if he was gay, or if he wanted to take things “slow” which is pretty much the same thing.
As a kid on Sunday afternoon my father would arrange a sort of cinema . He was an amateur photographer and had lots of pictures of Rome and protests there because he was very active politically. I would just stay in the dark room, watching all these images and he would inform me about what we were looking at .
Then I moved to Rimini I met other guys who took photos. They were all super cool, super vibrant and had super sick Myspace profiles. (laughs). I was coming from a village so never had my own. I just started feeling jealous of these guys hooking up with girls because they were good photographers and thought, I want to do this.