Italian Men

This is not a story about me but about Italian men. Fifty five years ago, I went to Rome with Dan While riding on some public vehicle. I can’t remember if it was a bus or train , Dan and I were holding onto the pole that keeps you from falling. A young man stepped in front of Dan and tried to pick me up. It was actually funny. Fast forward 55 years and here I am in Rome with David. We had a great dinner and when the maître De brought the check, he turned to David and said you could either pay the check or leave your wife with me and you don’t have to pay. Looks like Italian men haven’t changed it all in 55 years.