This morning I left home to go to Portsmouth still feel very sleepy with dark circles under the eyes (as usual). In short, I was more disgusted than usual. As I walked
the beginning of Via B. Cozzolino there was a car that was about to take on the road, overtaking and I she gets behind me. After a while, 'I see this machine in which there was a guy tries to approach.
I think it will overtake me even if it seems strange given that the road is smooth and there are cars ahead of me. However, slow down, he approached me and looks at me but I do not surpass.
I think, there are two possibilities:
1) this guy is pissed off because he wanted me to go I did when you entered the street and then wants to pass me just to scarring. 
2) this poor guy wanted to overtake me but looking good in the face came a shot, got scared and decided to give up, in the throes of a nasty surprise.
2) this poor guy wanted to overtake me but looking good in the face came a shot, got scared and decided to give up, in the throes of a nasty surprise. course the two hypotheses are not mutually exclusive and could both be true.
Try to approach it again, right this time, I try not to slow down turn around for him not to come back another shot but I feel that he speaks to me. I turn, I open the window and I feel that he said: "I am Maximus, what's your name?". I look at him stunned: you can not want to hang on!
I tell him: "I'm Catherine." All done with the two machines, they walked side by side. After a bevy of machines began to play behind him and has left behind and followed me. Each time a machine is interposed between our, overtook him like a madman and me that she always kept me behind the gestures for me to pull over and made me sign to write my phone number.
I looked at him from the mirror and laughing alone in the car with the stereo at full volume, while he was playing with my horn every 5 seconds. At one point, out of curiosity to know who he was and why did this all right with me, I come close to Portsmouth police car and wait behind me. I get out of the car and that he looks down.
was a guy more or less my age or a little more hair, long and straight, skinny and looking a bit 'junkie (though I do not think it was then I do not know). I do not speak, I do not know what to say and he does. "Excuse me your name, I have not heard before"
"My name is Catherine"
"Pleasure (shakes my hand) I'm Massimo"
I look at him, smiling (the whole situation made me laugh) and he is still waiting for me to enlighten:
"We have the same timetable and we are part of the road every morning with"
I (who did not know what the fuck to say that while I thought there were two things to do from now on or change direction or time.) "You have recognized the car?"
Him: "No, I recognized you! Sometimes I met while I was on the bike that is only the first time that I decided to talk to you. I must apologize as I'm dressed I'm going to work. Then get in the car and comes with a slip of paper: "Behold this is my phone number, I had prepared this leaflet and you I launched the car if you had not stopped. "
I kept looking at him and laughed, then he did:" Are you engaged? "And I do not know lying" No "
him:" I like girls like you (and I thought: who t'sap '?). You're not sophisticated: you do not see tricks, you work here? "
Me:" You work at the university "
him (he may have thought as I was prepared as a scullery maid saw):" I do and I'm an electrician working in a bank on .. (I can not remember): you made me do all this way more to follow! Give me your phone number? "I
(which I was not going to see him more)" I'll call you! "
Him again: "Are you engaged?"
I new that I can not lie and repentance after "No"
him: "Give me your phone number?" I give him my phone number that is always off.
him: "When can I call?"
Me: "After I turn it on 21 (ch 'ball')"
him: "How about if I call you for a coffee, go out together. I like the bike?" I
"Yes very much (this is true)"
him: "So you take a step in motion"
I (could not lie so shamelessly: I had to go): "Now I must go right"
him: "So I'll call you: we feel we come out Saturday, Sunday ... "
Me: "Go well, hello "
I'm back in the car while he continued to smile and tell me that I would have called.
From Monday onwards I'll have to get from home ultratruccata, change machine, timetables and road. I think is enough, no?
It never happened such a thing and could not imagine having a fannella way to go to college.
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