Paris, ça bouge.
So, Nico texted me last night, asking how it was going. The resulting conversation ended on the following note:
Miky: Vale and I just realised that we have a sex shop right down the street from our house. Want something?
Nico: I'm SINGLE. I don't think they sell condoms for safe masturbation.
Miky: Girls are literally on the prowl. It's like hunting season...you'd better be prepared for anything that might come your way.
Nico:...Fine. If you think there is something I might appreciate, bring it back.
No, seriously. I ROFLed, and so did Valeria.
I still haven't heard from Francesca, but I did call her house and got her little brother...I hope he passed on the message. I don't know, I...things are a bit...weird? It's because she broke up with Dave, and her grandmother died, and she had a fight with Nico, and because of this, that and the other thing...and...it's all about her, really, because it just goes that way between us, because we're not even, never even; because I have a life that is separated from her now and I think she is stuck in a rut while I'm doing something that isn't bashing my head against a wall...I hope she isn't resenting me for this.
I don't know. I'll figure everything out come september, once in Milan: there is really so much I can do from over here and if she needs me, if she wants to talk to me, she knows where and how to find me.
I'll post tomorrow about Paris and other stuff.