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"On being proposed to by a woman" and a "man"

If i had known that in 2018 i would have still been under pressure for a regular stay permit in europe , perhaps i would have known better and would have accepted a girl from Berlin who in order to save me from my continuous struggle for my unsatisfactory stay permit .... told me that in Berlin woman were allowed to get married and perhaps this would solve my issues ..... this was in 2004 while i was staying in Viareggio .  Since i am religious and the Abramic religions say that God doesnt like same sex marriages .... i couldnt accept and had to take my chances and  make do with what ever was in the cards ie wait ... however later on i did get a proposal from Jacopo who was ten years younger and who needed  a companion and a friend to look after him.  Everyone  loved his mother Silvia who was a very charming woman who knew how to keep people happy by putting nice food on the table and by telling interessting and  historic stories at the dinner table.

In 2016 i met Pascal who is a teacher of the french language ... he had come to the Brasserie at Momo' s  where Margaret put on display Art work by various artists: I had a show on some paintings which i had done with the use of Gold leaf.  In walked Pascal wearing a bright purple and some blue and pink ..,., really impressive sense of colour .,.,., and he said that he was organizing a fashion show with a young indian who was one of his students.,  Pascal i thought was a creative and awsome for giving this young man a chance.,   Once we had known each other for some time ,  he told me "you are never alone!" ., i thought that was so kind of him because i often felt totally on my own in Paris even tho surrounded by people who seem to  communicate through a sign language which i cant understand.  Later on he came to where i was staying one day and said I "propose" ! it was the first day of Ramadan 2017 and i was speechless , i didnt react since Ramadan and fasting had meant many hours of decipline .  Later on i thought i must have got it all wrong and infact he didnt say anything about it again and the matter was left at that..., i didnt insist ! I knew that he had little time for real stuff like family since he spent most of his time with his students. It is always plesant to receive proposals !

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