I was in Rome this weekend. I was walking along, in the early evening, minding my own business, looking at a map, and a tall, handsome frenchman asks me if I'm lost. We start a conversation, we go for a coffee, he invites me for dinner, and we have a lovely conversation, from art to psychology to literature, and at times I laugh so much, it's hurting. He walks me home, and kisses me on the cheek, and that's the end.
I know I'll never see him again, but it just felt so unreal, and lucky to have had such a pure, almost fantastic night. Seeing him again would only be a disappointment.
This sounds like I'm a journalist (I'm not), but I wonder if this has happened to others. I'm genuinely flabbergasted.