On Americans, Aquarius's and children.

Okay, so I text the Canadian Alex, and in a matter of minutes we were texting backwards and forwards. But what's in there? I suggested lunch, he said he was quite busy with work during the day but would be happy to have a drink or two after 9PM. We'll see.

It was pretty hard to do all the texting as I was walking around London with the American guy I promised to show around. I hope Alex did not take the huge gaps in my reply messages as an invitation to flirt (I hate when people do this and it is my rule not to create artificial gaps while texting).

So this American guy. He is 25 years old and an Aquarius. Well, I was always a bit apprehensive with the Aquarius's because regardless the fact that I should get along really well with them, I always find myself being hurt by the Water-Bearers.

So, a few facts about this particular American: he is from sunny California, lived in Maui and is now based in Florence. He can easily afford all this travel as he is trading securities online and is not tied to any particular place - the only thing that he is concerned about is the opening time of the NYSE, but it is much easier to wake up with it in Florence, around mid-afteroon, then when he lived in Hawaii and had to wake up in the middle of the night to trade. He is doing quite good for himself: buying Gucci suits and not having any set date to return to Florence. He just travels around Europe nowadays.

We walked around Central London, we went to Hammersmith to watch boat race (but it took us much more than 18 minutes to get to the start place, and the boat race was well and truly over by the time we got there). We checked out the Van Gogh exhibition at the Royal Academy of Arts (it was the second time for me and I loved it again) and we ended up in the Irish pub in Soho. Regardless the fact that he is doing quite well with his trading activities, I was a bit put off with his stinginess. I don't know if I can call it stinginess but really, I find it quite tiring when buying a cider for me, a guy would say, before paying: "Oh, but you'll buy the second round." I mean, I would, anyway, there is no need to say it. It's a common curtsy, right? Unless you want to be a proper gentlemen and treat me to a drink, since I am the one spending Saturday with you, because you asked? Anyway, this is just angriness speaking. Normally, I am so freaked out by a guy that I do not fancy buying me a drink, I end up paying for his lunch.

Anyway, this guy, he reminded me of my first American love, the guy who is married to my distant cousin. They both have blond hair, light blue eyes, light 3-day stubble, straight noses (did I mention I am a sucker for beautiful noses? Yes, I am! I love beautiful straight noses on guys!!) Something in his movements and facial expressions was painfully reminding me of that other guy. It was distracting and disturbing at the same time, like, I would look at him and listen to what he would be saying, only the next second realising that at some stage I stopped listening and started to examine his facial features, memories of the other face awakening in my brain. Although, thankfully, the young American Aquarius was not painfully attractive. He was somewhat funny and tall and blond, but that is not enough, right? Too right. And even his blue tattoo across his wide shoulder blades did not help (oh don't ask how I got to see it...) Another selfish and greedy man is the last thing I need right now. And I thought he is quite selfish after his 2-minute remark on how he hated children. Believe me, 2-minute talk on hating children is long enough to not want to be attracted to a guy, even if you did not want to have his babies in the first place and just wanted to have some fun.

Good night.