I had just booked the Turkish hotel in Venice and the Villa Rosa in Positano, and was just about to book the hotel in Rome when my husband rang my cell and exclaimed, “WAIT!”
“Wait?” I asked, simultaneously typing Gregoriana Hotel Rome into the search engine.
“Don’t book the room in Rome just yet. We might want to stay an extra night in Positano.”
I removed my fingers from the keyboard and slumped back in my chair. “Really?”
“Oh yes, really. I might need an extra night to make love on you in Positano,” he whispered, before cracking himself up.
I rolled my eyes and hung up the phone.
Trust me when I tell you my husband does not want an extra night to make love ON me – not to me – in Positano. Ever since Wednesday night when I tortured the man by making him watch the movie UNDER THE TUSCAN SUN in order to get us in the Italian spirit, he’s been torturing me with the above phrase. He won’t stop. Somebody please make him stop!
In the movie, Diane Lane’s character meets Marcello, a sexy Italian, in Rome, who whisks here away in a convertible sports car to Positano where he takes her to bed and makes love ON her. When Marcello murmured those words in bed, the husband and I just looked at each other. I smiled. He made the something smells face. Personally, I loved the movie. The husband, he won’t stop making fun of the movie. So I ask again – somebody please make him stop! I can’t take it anymore.
Yeah, that's me, the one standing in the aisle wearing flammable polyester...