Gorgias

わたしわ[…]です。 It was the only Japanese I knew, so I said it. Not that she’d understand. She was Italian. And so she recognised that it was Japanese and I was joking, kind of, showing off my lack of knowledge by making a show of something that seems impressively smart. She got it, because she laughed and replied in broken French.

I did get rather confused by eating spaghetti, which, I told her, is just noodles in tomato sauce. She insisted it was the other way around, and who was I to argue with a pretty lady, so I told her she was right. But she wasn’t. If we’d ever get married, I’d have to make sure some expert would tell her I was right and she was wrong, because this is the kind of shit that eats me up alive. Fuckin’ Italians.