Since moving to England I’ve tried to go somewhere different every time there’s a break. Flights to Europe are cheap and I normally don’t have much going on if I stay home anyway. One summer I decided to spend a week in Rome.
Initially I did all the standard sight seeing. The coliseum, the Vatican, etc. But it was ridiculously hot out and most places were also ridiculously expensive. I was with a friend but we’d been getting on each other’s nerves since leaving Manchester, so when she suggested we do our own things for a couple days I happily agreed.
I installed Tinder despite knowing I’d probably mostly find tourists – it’s not very big in Italy and there were only Americans on holiday when I looked in Venice. To my surprise it was a bit more active in Rome, and the guys it showed me were actually Italian.
I matched with this gorgeous man we’ll call M. He was a few years older than me, tall and well built. He had gorgeous brown eyes and the sexiest smile I’ve ever seen. Every picture of him just screamed ‘fuck me’. M was Italian but new to the city. He had some fancy job that I couldn’t quite understand from his translation, but whatever it was meant that he was free the next few days.