I misunderstand things. Maybe I am hard of hearing. Too many rock concerts. But I am get along with everyone because I am an Optometrist...Oops. An Optimist!
I see the grass as half full.
I constantly misunderstand my beautiful co-worker Lucia, who is Italian. She pronounces the "c" in her name like a "ch." She has a cute giggle and is very kind, so I don't mind.
I once misunderstood a nice Japanese co-worker Keiko who asked about origami. I thought she was asking me about orgasms. This resulted big laughs at my expense, but nobody really gets angry in my office. My boss Joe encourages a good altitude and cooperative personality to improve customer service.
I'm just 25 and I've never been to Europe, but I want to travel the world, but I am truly embarrassed to be a dumb American.
I always get very nervous around Lucia, because she is so sexy and well-dressed. She is always so kind to me and compliments me on clothing or doing a good job. Lucia is only 2 years older, but she is so much more confident. She is a real woman.
"Lucia, you are back from your 2 week vocation. We missed you!" I gushed, thinking how glamorous she was looking like a movie star.
"Ginny, good morning. I just come back from Nipples," she said with her exotic accent.
"Nipples?" I asked surprised.
"Yes, Napoli, we say in our language. You know-my country. Nipples is where I grew up!"
"Do you mean like ...breasts?" trying to clarify.
"Breasts? Well they have topless beaches at the Costa d' Amalfi," she explained.
"Topless bitches?" I inquired, even more confused by her accent. "Oh they don't sound very nice."
"Oh I always pronounce it funny, Ginny. I am very sorry." "Beaches," she strained to say.
"OH, I am sorry too. I grew up on near Tampax, Florida." I explained. "We had great beaches too."
"Tampax!!?" She asked "You must be making a joke."
"Yeah, we clown around. You know it is Tampa/ St. Pete on the coast of the Golf of New Mexico."
"Golf...like Tiger Woods?" she asked puzzled.
"No, there aren't many woods on the beaches there," I answered thinking that we were not communicating very well. But she is my good friend and it was fun to talk to her, like we were flirting. "Now, go on about your vacation. I interrupted you."
"Oh, you mean the Gulf of Mexico." Lucia said emphatically. We were both struggling to overcome the language gap.
"Yeah, exactly ...Golf of New Mexico." I answered. I hope she doesn't think I am stupid.
"Well, these are excellent bitches, with the Mediterranean Sea, and soft sand, and especially all the girls in their sexy bikinis. All the men are so horny. Everyone loves Italian women. They are so pretty and the best lovers in the world. We all watch the beautiful people on the bitch. And the lucky ones find a lover."
"Do they have lesbians, Lucia?"
"Lisbon is in Portugal!" she answered.
"Are you saying that you have women lovers, Lucia? What does your husband think?"
"Ginny, you make me laugh. I think my husband would be very curious. He is a nasty man, but that is his charm."
"So all Italian women go topless? No bikinis? I would be very shy to go topless," I confessed.
"You were born naked, and they only reason that you wear clothes is to stay warm or prevent men from attacking. You can come to my pool and we can go topless," she purred. "My backyard is very secluded and the neighbors can't see anything."
"Well, I could come over this Saturday," thinking I was being seduced by this exotic lady. I'd never thought about lesbian sex with my friends, but she was so...utterly sexy!
"Ok, Ginny, come over for lunch and bring a bikini," she confirmed happily.
Wow, could I really allow my self to try this? Was her husband going to be there? Maybe she thought I was vulnerable since I broke up with my boyfriend.
I do fantasize about taking a wonderful vacation. I wish I had the money to go. Italian people are very sensual. Lucia is always talking about "making love."
She said "Eating well is like making love. It is nutrition for the soul!"
"I wish I could find somebody to relax all day, eating and making love. How romantic!" I replied.
"You should go to Europe, Ginny. You know that word "romantic" comes from the city Roma."
"Do you mean Aroma, like perfume?" I asked thickly, thinking about her feminine smells. I smelled her perfume and maybe something else. I was really convinced that she was sexually attracted to me.
"It is the capital of Italy. And yes it has perfume and lovely men and women. It is the city of love."
I was captured by the image of that city filled with the aroma of people who had just made love. It sounds like my kind of orgy.
Lucia always touches me on the arm, and plays with her hair, twirling it in her fingers. She also laughs at every thing I say. I always chuckle with her.
I wonder what kind of underwear she has on. And then I imagine what kind of bikini she has. I bet she shaves her pussy hair. Am I over-obsessing on this? I wish I could turn my brain off sometimes. I have so many random thoughts that just trickle out of one suggestive idea. I didn't get much work today thinking about having sex with a woman.
I've always fallen in love with people just for small things they do for me, or things they say. And I fall out of love too. I worry too much, and over analyze. I read things into every action, every look, or every word.
I asked Keiko if she ever went to Lucia's house. As usual, Keiko only laughed. Maybe she had sex with her. I must admit that I've never seen Keiko with a man, and she doesn't wear a wedding ring. Gay people are such a mystery. Bisexuality is twice as interesting.