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In taxi, the driver asked me where he should go, and I, as if on autopilot, gave the name and address of the store where we had bought the statue. I didn't want to, but for some reason the words came out by themselves, without stopping. It was really weird. I really wanted to chat with the taxi driver, talk about weather, the price of gasoline and the beauty of Italian roads like I was a chatty woman. I really, really wanted it.

"I like Italy," I said, smiling. "Rome is so beautiful!" My voice sounded soft and sexy, like that of a young girl.

"Oh yes, Signora, it is very beautiful," the driver said, nodding and smiling.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I asked suddenly, feeling myself blush. 'Why the hell did I say that?'

"Uhm... ah..." the driver stuttered, apparently not expecting such a question, "well... you are very beautiful, Signora."

"Oh, you're a sweetheart," I laughed. "You're so funny."

"Signora, please..." the driver tried to stop the conversation.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I'm just having a bad day and talking to you is making me feel better. Thank you."

"Uh... no problem, Signora," the driver said, looking at me through the rear-view mirror and smiling.

I didn't know why I was acting this way, why I was talking with the taxi driver. But for some reason I felt an uncontrollable desire to chat with him, and, even more, to make him like me. I, like a silly girl, wanted him to find me attractive. I was very confused, but for some reason it was important to me. I felt a strange sense of excitement when the driver called me "Signora," as if I were his boss.

'It's weird,' I thought, as the taxi stopped and I got out, paying and thanking the driver, feeling that the driver's gaze was still on me, and it was making me blush. I really felt like a schoolgirl who had just had her first crush. 'Oh God, what the hell just happened!? Why did I act like this?' I thought, shaking my head while looking for the store, and, at the same time, noticing that several men were looking at me. It was really strange, because I had never experienced such attention before. 'I'm going to get the hell out of here as soon as possible, and then I'll kill Sarah for dragging me here.'