So. Today. Not long ago. Lovelyboy called me from Rome. It is/was apparently getting near to lunchtime and he is/was going for brunch and he had my number and he called on a whim.
No wonder I call him Lovelyboy! The call was pretty brief, I could tell he was in one of those moderately random moods that I get into fairly often myself and that he had called me on a surge of some emotion. I pretty much wanted to dive into the phone and give him the biggest, best hug I could muster! Here's the very shoddy transcript, my mind is *somehow* elsewhere, despite being called from a foreign country by a boy who is beautiful and randomly kissed me and wasn't disturbed by my calling him previously.
Lovelyboy Lifeline (a.k.a. Operator): Hello blah blah blah you have a collect call from - Lovelyboy - will you accept the charge?
Me: YES, now get off the line and let me talk to my man, bitch.
Lovelyboy Lifeline (a.k.a. Operator): Have a lovely day. (I kid you not, it was practically another sign; whenever someone says 'lovely' my mind zaps to a mental replay of that kiss, his voice and his face)
Me: Have you got any other fantastico lingo for me? And I didn't mean to say 'fantastico' on purpose, I just did, I swear! (I feel like a dork again haha)
Lovelyboy: Non molto somethingelseinItalian, I can bust out my handy pocket translator-dictionary for you though! (I say 'handy' with pocket ALL THE TIME in my head, can you tell our minds have melded?)
Me: Haha, okay, well I was about to ask what Casablanca means but I remembered that's SPANISH, so for you, my trusty Italian boy, I'll ask: How do you say "Grapefruit"?
Lovelyboy: Hahahaha, why "Grapefruit"?!
Me: Well if you can't DO it...
Lovelyboy: Haha, no no, or non, non... or whatever, haha!
Me: Haha (I know, my brain cells dissolve more each day)
Lovelboy: Okay, now listen closely as I flip through to find your answer, swarthy sir! (As a personal note, I fixed my shoulders when he said the last part and felt a nice trill but also a 'WTF' questioning to myself at it, even though it seemed mainly comedic)
Me: Haha, alright!
Lovelyboy: You know I'm on a vespa this very second, don't you?
Me: A vespa huh? (I drool imagining him on a vespa in nice Italian sun) What colour? Or let me guess!
Lovelyboy: Yes a vespa and a nice colour and you can guess too! (I practically taste his smile from the other end, meanwhile some horrible financially conscious part of me [who in reality, doesn't care, since I have no real financial worries] notes that *I* am being charged for this random call)
Me: Well speed up the grapefruit translation please, hunnybunch. (I think it sounds different when you say it like 'honey' instead of 'hunny' mmm)
Me: Careful or you might fall off your pretty vespa. (That's the first time I've ever spoken to a boy and used the term 'pretty vehicle' ever)
Lovelyboy: Okay, okay, here it is; I should make you work for it though after looking so hard for it! (I KNOW, just reading that makes me realize all the dirty/alluring things I could've said, but what I went with was decent for all intents and purposes)
Me: I think you better hurry up and get brunch, the hunger may be getting to you,
Me: omigod have a grapefruit!
Lovelboy: Extrahahahahaha, you're amazing; you know that? (Mentally I say: Jesus H. Christ, that is my tagline on this actual website. Except for the latter part. Which I want to add now. But I also mentally swooned a bit from his saying that, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm)
Me: Thanks, you're pretty unbelievable yourself!
Lovelyboy: Haha, grapefruit in Italian is something along the lines of "pompemlo", or let me try that again with some style...
Me: Haha, that was pretty stylish in and of itself!
Loveleboy: Pompelmo! SomethinginItalianinvolvingthegrapefruitword.
Me: One hundred per-cent adorable.
Lovelyboy: Thank-you, thank-you!
Me: Haha, so where are you heading for brunch?
Lovelyboy: Wherever the wind will take me!
Me: So the home of all that's cliche? (accent on the e, baby)
Loveleboy: Hahahaha, something like that, I actually better get going for the sake of my meal!
Me: Haha, well I hope I didn't keep you, it was nice of you to call! (I almost said 'sweet of you to call' but damn me)
Loveleboy: I'm glad you were available, maybe I'll call you some other time when I'm here, sorry I charged the bill to you!
Me: Haha, don't worry about it, go have some GRAPEFRUIT and say grazzi Canadian style, ok?
Loveleboy: Prego, prego, prego!
Loveleboy: Actually, I'm not sure what prego means EXACTLY, it's one of those words with lots of meanings, mmm.... hasta lasagna!
Me: Haha, have a stellar day! (I stab myself at that point for using galatic lingo, even though 'stellar' is a fine word)
That was about the gist of it, pretty thrilling, much more condensed than the above might seem, we both spoke quickly and understood each other! Gaybonics? :P And now I'll keep wanting to say "hasta lasagna" whenever I have to say good-bye of some sort ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! It's weird in a way that my school crush who is a major crush somehow pales in comparison to Lovelyboy for me at this moment in time. Hmm. I don't think it's exactly a good thing to be over my major school crush, since I still want to know where he stands on the attraction (to ME) spectrum of things. Oh whatever, I really liked that conversation, and typing it out just brought back fun fun feelings so mmm. I sort of don't find my "ahhhhhhhhhhh!"'s to be as expressive as I'd like so hmm on unearthing a new convention to use. X's and O's :)