A very personal blog posting today. Well, at times it so happens that I feel like writing something about myself... That is the whole purpose of a blog for many, while I, like most of the writers here, usually have additional reasons; today the chance to write about myself comes handy though.
Twenty-five years ago this evening I was at a birthday party, with a bunch of friends. It was the birthday of two nice girls, and the party was held at the home of one of them. We were barely 20 years old back then (the two girls in fact were turning 20), and in similar occasions we used to smoke a lot, listen to music of the seventies, drink quite a bit, and party until late night.
I used to be a total failure with girls in my teenage years - I was overweight, and felt I was not attractive. So for me it was quite something to have the thrill to discover that our host, Mariarosa, was somewhat interested in me. So at some point we kissed, and ended up spending the rest of the evening together. I still remember that first kiss very dearly - it was the first real kiss I ever received from a girl.
And that girl is my wife today. We have been together for 22 years now, and I wish this is just the beginning.
