I am not terribly into Caucasian males...but if they are Italian, I get a bit tingly. I met this guy in Florence. It took me a while to see him, but after I paid 24 euro I was finally able to be with him. He was tall, white and naked. And he looked good for his age of over 500 years. I saw David...The David at the Accademia. Anyone think I was soliciting a Mediterranean gigolo?
It is not allowed to photograph what is in my opinion, the most amazing piece of art I have ever seen. But I needed to have him with me for eternity. So as our local guide turned her back to me to talk into her Whisper about a lesser known Michelangelo sculpture, I unzipped my EF tour satchel, took the camera out of its case and snapped a picture. I was so nervous that the image looked like a hot mess of blurriness. I tried again (I think only Woodward saw my rebel action), breathed and shot. He is far away, but I can work with this. If you would like to see an even bolder shot of David, I suggest you visit Suzette Mendonca’s Facebook page-she got a fabulous angle of him on her iPhone. Well played Mendonca.
Our mixed group of English-speaking tourists kept the local guide company while Lindsey, Suzette and I stared up and admired David from every nook and cranny possible. I was not even watching where I was going as I circled his body. I spent a lot of time on his back side, staring at his...personality. I literally could not keep my eyes off him. Michelangelo sculpted him so life-like, it was as if at any moment he would come alive and sweep me off my feet. David the human was over 18, yes? I don’t want to become another female teacher on the news.
I purchased a magnet of David at the overpriced gift shop so when I return home, I can have a moment with him as I open my refrigerator for a healthy lunch to make. I will then realize I only have condiments and wine available, close the fridge saying ciao to David and drive to McDonald’s for a #2 Value Meal with a sweet tea.
The joys of single living,