The ride was just like any other bus ride...a little too fast around the corners and throw-the-brakes-on-so-everyone-goes-flying-forward kind of driving. I exited at my stop and a guy around my age got off at the same time. I started to walk up my street when he asked me a question in Italian. Of course, I have no idea what he asked me as my Italian is elementary at best. So, he began to chat with me in English. He asked me where I was from, what am I doing here in Rome...basic questions. And I was completely unprepared with how to handle the situation as I've never been in this situation before.
When all was said and done he asked me for my phone number and whether or not we could meet at the corner bar (that's what coffee shops in Italy are called). I wasn't comfortable giving him my number, nor do I know it after 8 months of living here, and I wasn't comfortable meeting him without thinking about it/praying about it first. So, in the end he gave me his number and told me to call him. And that's where I find myself now. Uncharted territory for me. I don't have a clue what to do.
On the one hand I am flattered and kinda-sorta giddy that I have finally been asked out, but on the other hand I'm in a foreign culture and don't have a clue as to how to handle this situation. What to do? What to do?
1 comment:
What wisdom and self control you have! To stop and pray about whether to date someone or not is what I should have done years ago. I could have spared myself a great deal of pain! I really love your blog.
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