#il bravo

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Carbone in motorino girava sempre impennando. In quattro anni che ha avuto il Bravo, che poi ha preso la patente e l'ha dato via, non me lo ricordo una volta con la ruota davanti poggiata a terra. Ce lo parcheggiava pure, impennato, al muro, a un cancello, dove capitava. A venderlo dice che c'ha fatto una bella cifra, ch'era mezzo nuovo.

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Horizontally Speaking: The Same Sex Adventures of il Bravo

"When he talks he is seeking words to get off his chest. Horizontally speaking, he's at his very best." 

-Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered music by Richard Rogers, lyrics by Lorenz Hart

Dear Delayed Gratification,

Hi, my name is il Bravo and no, there's no reason you should have heard of me; our contact has been rather limited over the years. Ask your sister, Instant Gratification, who I am and she'll give you the 411. Instant Gratification and I have been bffs since puberty (although, as Saint Carrie of Fisher taught me, sometimes Instant Gratification takes too long!). I'm writing because our paths crossed tonight and boy, am I grateful! 

Everyone's definition of "delayed" is different, especially when it comes to romance. For some people delayed might just mean the the forty seconds it takes him to cross the bar to introduce himself, for others, we're talking that Cold Mountain kind of delayed that stretches the length of a civil war. I like to think our encounter was somewhere in between; not measured in years but measured in more than the shots of whiskey I'm usually accustomed to. 

Six months more.

Well, the proverbs were correct. 'Good things do come to those who wait.'

Twice. 

Thank you very much for a most enjoyable evening, Delayed Gratification, you've taught me that the journey was just as important as the destination. In fact, the length of the journey made the final destination an even better place than I thought it would be.

Let's not make this a habit, but thanks for tonight.

Graciously,

il Bravo