100 Hits American woman [MP3] { } ~54.00.00 48074

Neither did I, actually, but we talk for about twenty minutes and I realize for the first time that I do. Some line has been crossed and I'm actually speaking Italian now. I'm not translating; I'm talking. Of course, there's a mistake in every sentence, and I only know three tenses, but I can communicate with this guy without much effort. Me la cavo, is how you would say it in Italian, which basically means, "I can get by," but comes from the same verb you use to talk about uncorking a bottle of wine, meaning, "I can use this language to extract myself from tight situations." He's hitting on me, this kid! It's not entirely unflattering. He's not entirely unattractive. Though he's not remotely uncocky, either. At one point he says to me in Italian, meaning to be complimentary, of course, "You're not too fat, for an American woman." I reply in English, "And you're not too greasy, for an Italian man." "Come?" I repeat myself, in slightly modified Italian: "And you're so gracious, just like all Italian men." I can speak this language! The kid thinks I like him, but it's the words I'm flirting with ...»