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<b>Name</b>: Stefano Rossi<br/>
<b>Age</b>: Twenty-Nine<br/>
<b>Date/Time</b>: 31 July - Saturday<br/>
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Everyone </span></span><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Latecomer deserves little, the latecomer gets losses and leftovers.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Stefano didn’t doubt that if any other men or contestants for that matter had been in his shoes, they would’ve felt this way they’d be getting slim pickings. The young man didn’t like to see it that way. This was love we were talking about after all; finding the perfect match. Sure there was a science to it, but only a human could tell truly if they had found their perfect match and that wasn’t something he believed could happen in less than an hour of meeting, let alone a week. That said, he didn’t mind a little competition and Stefano had liked to think of himself as a spiritual man, or at least a man who hadn't immediately turned down the notions that some things in this world couldn’t be explained and were in fact determined by fate. So, Stefano tried not to let him be bothered by the fact that upon entering the villa, the party had seemingly already started and there were more than a few who had seemingly paired up. From a competition point of view, he was at a disadvantage, but he had hopes that would change.</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Well worked hands, calloused from the outdoor rock climbing he did on the weekends, ran through thick dark strands of wavy hair. Typically Stefano preferred to put some effort into styling them back, but with the nice weather and the definite possibility of getting in the pool, he settled for a bedhead look. He adjusted the sleeves of the Sunkist. Orange button up he wore, immediately missing the bright warm sun against his skin the moment he stepped inside of the air conditioned villa. Would anyone have noticed his casual slipping into the mix?</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Naturally he felt the pool might be the best spot to hang, you always found a straggler at a pool. Not to mention Stefano had to get himself prepared, work on his game a little. He’d never been that brash of a guy, maybe because he allowed his presence to naturally command a room. That was easy when you were the head chef of a popular restaurant. The dating scene was completely different; brutes who zeroed in on who they wanted and made it their absolute damndest no one else had a chance at them. Loud and flashy guys that sometimes did and didn’t know the difference between showing intent and being aggressive. The women weren’t completely absolved of certain behaviors as well; too easy, too shy, or that unbearable amount of aloofness. In the beginning everyone was a performer, but by the end of the week who had successfully played their part?</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Of course if Stefano wanted something, badly enough, he would not stop at getting it. And he wasn't going to get it by remaining on the outskirts like some kind of Peeping Tom. Besides, who could turn down a drink? Body shots - certainly steamed up the occasion quickly and yes, he did want to get a good look at anything with two legs in this house as naked as possible. So,  Stefano made his way toward the bar and with a body like his, perhaps he would rally join in on the fun.</span>