Today, and a few before it, have been extremely confusing.

So, I know I’m gay, but I haven’t exactly fallen for someone in fifty years. Today I realized that a certain, very attractive german, makes my hands sweaty and my heart beat faster.

He absolutely takes my breath away, Gilen Beldishmit is… amazing.

Today we walked around town and had a ‘friend date.’ I bought him ice cream, walked around a few shops, and then we went dancing. There’s this joke that he’s my wife and our friend is our son, but that notion is simply the tip of the iceberg to my intense infatuation.

I guess from here, I’ll just rant about my day, per usual. It started unlike the usual ones, I knew who was coming to sweep me away from my normal day of cleaning up after my brothers. I didn’t even dream, which I find to be extremely peaceful.

Gil has been staying in one of the houses downtown you can rent for a few weeks, and everyday has been something new. The main reason is because his little brother, whom I’ve never met, but plan to once Gilen decides he’s...mature enough to make the trip, even though he’s close to us in age. Well, according to Gil he’s finally able to be left in the house without burning it down, and I question his mental capability because like I’ve said, he’s close to us in age.

Back to Gilen, he came over pretty late in the morning, we had lunch, then set out on a hunt for the best gelato.

He’s pretty adorable when it comes to ice cream and gelato. Sometimes he gives me the cone, after he's gotten the largest gelato possible and has devoured it. Sometimes, when I get some on my face he wipes it off with his hand or his sleeve, with the sweetest determined look on his face.

Sometimes when he gets it in a bowl he insists that I try it and feeds me a bite. On some evenings we get gelato and find a place to eat it, sometimes he ends up resting his head on my shoulder, and then gets too tired to sign and relies on me to realize that he needs to head back or he’ll pass out.

One very warm and humid night, exactly that happened and I had to carry him back, not that I’m complaining.

Back on topic Luciano!!! After that we went around some shops. We got some candy and other random things, and maybe matching bracelets. Then came the highlight of my day, dancing.

All I know is a few tips from Hungary and Flavio though, so I wouldn’t say I’m that great, but neither is he so it was alright, besides the bruise on my foot. Two men dancing together can be...dangerous around certain people, not that I was scared, no one scares me, I just wanted to have a nice calm day. But, to not get anyone’s attention he wore a dress. And holy shit, he can wear a dress, better than anyone I’ve seen in one.

It was a perfect white, it fit him perfectly, and swept a few inches behind his feet (I will not lie, I stepped on it a few times). I had the best night I had had in ages.

One detail that really interested me were the singers, if I recall correctly, they’re names were Evony and Evander. They were quite literally amazing, and they sang in both Italian and German which worked out well for us.

Nonetheless, at the end of the day I am left to ponder, with a five year old lying on me might I add, if Holy Rome is out there looking for me just like I’m searching for him. Good luck Luciano, and buongiorno