Our neighborhood is hosting a city-wide Italian festival today, so I decided to use it as an opportunity to cruise for men. After all, we’ve been discussing how hanging out where people you are likely to like in the “real” world (vs. Internet) is a better option. So I wanted to experiment to see if this might work.
I like Italian men (and Greek, French, American, African, Brazilian, English, Spanish, German and … men — do you see a pattern?). So where best to meet them outside of Italy? An Italian festival. Granted, most of them are not directly from Italy, but of Italian lineage. No matter — although I do love accents. I still like the general look of Italian guys. So where best to hunt them than in a gathering place for them? And not just an Italian bar or bocce ball court — but a much larger gathering. Kind of like fishing in a stocked lake verses a stream.
So I set out, balancing trying to look cute, with comfortable shoes and clothes. Not the best bait, but it was what would work for an afternoon of walking in the sun. I just didn’t see clomping on asphalt in heels and a skirt as the best choice.
I strutted (can you strut in sneakers?) down the street, taking in not only the crafts booths and cannoli vendors, but eyeing those partaking in the exhibits. There were men (and women) of all ages, body types and ethnicities, predominantly of Mediterranean extraction, as we would guess. I paused to people watch while enjoying my Italian sandwich, listening to the accordion player on one side and the opera singers on the other. But no cute middle-aged prospects appeared. Not even any cute younger or older ones!
At the Vespa dealer display, I noticed a midlife, dark-haired, olive-skinned cutie. I immediately fantasized us riding off together, me perched on the back, like in an old move. As he started his demo for a few onlookers, I moseyed over to see if I could flirt. Drat! A wedding ring.
On to the bocce ball court. If I took a lesson, maybe I’d attract a prospect. But the current players were starting a series so it looked like it would be a while before I’d get a turn. I passed.
The good news: I enjoyed a beautiful autumn day outside with entertainment, crafts/art to enjoy, and yummy Italian food, all within a few blocks of my house, and for less than $10 (for lunch). The bad news: No prospects. But hey, you can’t hit a bulls eye the first time out!
Will I try again at another festival? Yes. In fact, there’s a Greek festival coming up. I love Greek dancing, Greek food, and of course, Greek men.
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