The Misunderstanding

"You remember that girl you saw me with this weekend at the bistro?" asks Marcello while rubbing and breathing out on the window of his Movado wristwatch.

"She was hot," I say.

"Yes. She reminds me of a blonde Monica Bellucci. I had to let her go that night, though."

"Why? What happened?"

"I told her that I used to have a girlfriend who was a thespian, and how much we enjoyed traveling and staying at hotels and locking ourselves up to have wild sex."

"What? Did she get retroactively jealous?"

"Worse. She said, 'So, if your girlfriend had sex with you then she actually was bi, wasn't she?'"

"Ouch."