• Bleeping Lobster@lemmy.world
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    1 year ago

    “This is not the cheese for pizza! Why? Why you do this?!” she kept saying over and over, I thought she was joking at first but genuinely distressed. Tbh she was a bit of a strange woman (and I say this as an objectively strange man). It didn’t last longer than a few months!

    Final straw was when she had been saying she missed home badly, so for her next visit I bought a dining table, assembled it myself, bought a bunch of Italian foods, some Italian wine, got it all setup with a nice tablecloth and spread when she got to mine, and she literally went “meh” when she sat down hahaha.