October 3, 2025. An earthquake shakes Milan: a throbbing serpent of young people surges through the city shouting “Free Palestine.” Every step makes the earth tremble; a wave hungry for change radiates through the Milanese ring roads, sparking outrage among the bejeweled high-society ladies and fear in the police. There are clashes; a few shop windows are smashed. At the head of the...
Like that, but more corporate Milan Linate, Leonardo lounge. While waiting for my flight to Amsterdam, I decide to capture my impressions of the girl I met yesterday. She writes to me on a dating app: ” Hi! Let’s play a game. If I’ve been to a country you haven’t visited yet, you owe me a glass of champagne 🙂 “. I tell her there’s no need to bet: I’m all...
There she is, appearing during my usual five minutes of daily Tinder swiping. Little One, 21 years old, but looks much younger (17 at most). Very young, fair skin, delicate features with a Central European touch. A childlike face frames a sexy gaze, creating an ontologically impossible contrast that comes to life in her with extraordinary grace. She’s a little minx: the world doesn’t know...
You can find anything on Tinder these days. Even spies! During my usual 5 minutes of swiping a day, her profile catches my eye. She has very fair skin, jet-black hair, and light eyes, a faded tone between green and blue. 26 years old, she claims to be looking for a serious relationship.Features of an Eastern European woman, with pronounced cheekbones and a strong jawline. Not your typical trophy...
It all started with yet another piece of advice from Filippo: “why don’t you meet slightly older girls?” Me: what do you mean? 28-year-olds? Fil: no, older! Me: 28 and a half? Fil: like, 35 years old. me: are you crazy?! I can’t date someone with dentures! And maybe take her to the pension office! What do you take me for, a gerontophile? Fil: but you know, blowjobs without...
SUMMER 2023. I’d like to kiss her. But I haven’t washed for a week, except with seawater. I’m sweaty from dragging the huge suitcase I used on the sailboat under the sun. I had onions for lunch. In short, I’m in the worst condition to kiss her. I’ve just entered the hotel room. She’s there, buzzing around the private pool of my room, swaying her hips, swinging...
