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she still dreaming in her silk sheets?”
    â€œSorry, I’m a little tired today.”
    â€œDid our sweet
Snow White
stay up late last night?”
    â€œYes, I think I had too much wine…” I said, and immediately regretted my words.
    â€œHow was he?” The bitch had her usual sarcastic tone.
    â€œWhat made you think that there was a
he
?”
    Her disregard for privacy was pathological.
    â€œThere is always a man when a woman drinks too much wine… So? A new flirt?”
    â€œNo, there isn’t any new flirt. I just had a dinner with friends…”
    â€œSuch a bore! Last night I met a new guy on
Tinder
. Are you on Tinder? You definitively must join! Maybe even
you
could find someone! He was very sexy and we had a fabulous night. Too bad this morning he had to run back to his fiancée!” She started laughing out loud.
    I should have asked the married dentist for his telephone number and given it to her. They would be the perfect couple!
    â€œThe other evening,” she continued, not even realizing I couldn’t be less interested, “I went out with a guy you would have loved. He’s very skinny with vintage clothes. I thought you two might have several things in common. Why don’t you check his profile?” She smiled.
    â€œThank you for trying to help, but at the moment I’m fine…” I had no intention of signing on with a match-making website, and didn’t care for meeting someone online.
    â€œAs you wish, but sooner or later you should relax. You can’t keep acting like a
little nun
forever! Sex is good for work, it stimulates creativity. It’s for this reason that I’m the most brilliant person in the entire office!” She laughed again.
    After these words, Valentina rose to the top of the list of people I hated most. She surpasses even the
whale
!
    She finally left, and I thought about what happened to me the night before. I was realizing that having a busy sex life had become absolutely normal, both for singles and couples. Being faithful wasn’t considered an important aspect in a relationship any more. Apparently what kept people from betraying their partners was never the thought of hurting them. On the contrary – maybe I’m out of date on this too! – but I believe in monogamy. I don’t mean in an absolute sense – I feel it is impossible and maybe not too realistic to have only one man for your whole life – but in a relative sense, yes. I like the idea of being unique for my partner. And I never thought of betraying my partner simply because I didn’t feel the desire to. Sexual fidelity had never been an issue for me. It is somehow in my nature. For the whole year I saw Niccolò, I never thought of another man, even during the long weekends I spent without him. Now, after our break-up, I often wonder how many other women he saw when we weren’t together. I never asked him: on one hand because I somehow trusted he felt like I did. On the other hand, because I couldn’t pretend fidelity, since I never had the courage to express my feelings. And – as we know – if there are no feelings, there’s no being faithful.
    I knew I had a different attitude towards sex than most people my age. Let’s take Marco – the asshole last night – as an example. If he had decided to betray his wife, it wasn’t my problem. I could have not cared about it. I didn’t know his wife and didn’t have any obligation to her. Yet, I didn’t feel it was right. Perhaps I am loyal to all women… well – to be honest – not exactly
all
women.
    Perhaps this is my limitation: I am only able to love exclusively, I am not capable of compromising. But I like to think there is something original and genuine in my attitude towards sex and relationships. In fact, as my heroine and role model was one of the most nonconformist women of the last century, I