GILF Adventures: Anniversary Date: Billie

Billie brings Ian to Italy for an authentic Italian dinner date, but she also has something to tell him.

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“So, the next date on the menu is with Billie?” Elise asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

Elise had become everything I wanted in a friend. After I told her everything that was happening, our relationship blossomed.

“And your date with the great white hulk?” I asked.

Elise had come with me to shop for a new suit. Billie was taking me to Rome for our date, and I wanted to dress the part.

“Don’t,” Elise shook her head. “He kept talking in the third person!”

“Who does that?” I laughed.

“Adrian does, because Adrian works out every day, Adrian can bench, Adrian likes these kinds of movies,” Elise mocked her date.

“Okay, stop,” I laughed.

“He did that all night, even when I pointed out that it was annoying,” Elise looked at a suit.

“That’s when you texted me to get you out of there,” I smiled.

“Yes! Thank you so much!” Elise smiled.

“Help you look for anything?” one of the men asked.

“He has a date tomorrow, a very expensive, very elegant date,” Elise stepped in front of me. “Money is not an object; he needs to look like James Bond. A black James Bond!”

I turned to Elise.

“What? Billie told you she would pay for it, if she is rich enough to pick you up on a plane in a few hours and take you to Rome, then she can afford an expensive suit,” Elise shrugged.

“This way,” the man said. “We will have one of our tailors work on it right away.”

This was the second time I had been fitted for a suit, and it was still awkward to stand still while someone measured me.

“You going to give him another try?” I asked as the man measured me.

“Adrian?” Elise asked as she sat and watched. “Nope,” she shook her head. “He blew it, when he said Adrian doesn’t like Elise’s tone!”

“He called you Elise, all the time?” I asked.

“Yes, and the waitress by her name, and kept asking for anyone’s name,” Elise rolled her eyes. “Adrian thinks it is polite to address people by their name and not by their labels.”

“Sounds like an idiot,” I smiled.

“Indeed,” the man measuring me added.

“Please don’t call me by my name,” I smiled at him.

“I wasn’t going to sir,” he smiled back.

“See, not that hard,” I laughed.

“What color would you like it in?” the man asked.

“Dark blue,” Elise stood up. “He looks good in blue or black.”

“I will have the colors brought out,” the man walked away.

“Thank you for coming,” I told her.

“Anytime for my male gigolo,” Elise laughed.