Antonella Baccaro (photo by Carlo Furgeri Gilbert).
RArguing about love “when a little silver colors your hair” is a complicated exercise. Among friends the topic is now often relegated to third or fourth place in chatter.
First there is health: seasonal ailments and those of age, with the specific list of each ailment, followed by the exchange of telephone numbers of the specialists called to perform miracles.
In second place is workwhich is talked about more and more often with tones of regret: none that recall the mortal fatigue of certain weeks, all concentrated on bringing out those times that “we had fun like crazy…”.
The third topic is children for those who have thembut those who don’t have them are still imposed a quarter of an hour of solidarity with the pupil who has received yet another four in conduct.
Only once these priorities have been exhausted, there is the sentimental status check: what’s new? Separations and divorces clearly prevail. Typically we tell each other about potential flirtations and that’s it.
But at madame’s periodic gatherings the unthinkable can happen: news of a new love can emerge.. The bomb, launched when the last pragmatic topic has already arrived (who accompanies who home), takes the space it deserves and instantly causes cancellations of appointments made months ago.
The third degree begins: who is it? Marital status? What does he do? Where does he live? And of course: where are you at? But there is one question that has the effect of suspending all the others: how did you meet him? Here silence falls and a sort of messianic expectation takes over.
Where on earth would a man who embarks on an affair with a madam have found it? Which implies: is it a phenomenon reproducible in nature?
Because to all of us, raised on bread and Sex and the Citywe still like to think that there is a magical way to meet someone. And that in the century of Tinder and OnlyFans there can be a glance in a romantic corner of an airport, a clash between umbrellas in the rain, a wrong message from which a dialogue germinates.
There’s nothing to be done, we may be ancient but for us madams circumstances still make the meeting happen. PS Forget that a “like” under our photos is enough.
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