The maiden and the gigolo

A young Italian male, up for a night out in the city
takes elaborate precautions to be certain that he's pretty.
He's quite preoccupied by his tonsorial preparation.
His follicles are at the point of Brylcreme saturation.
With a new Armani suit and a shirt of shocking pink
he's just the kind of boy you'd like to take out for a drink.

And here's a shy young English maiden, on her way out to the dance.
The night, for her, is laden with the promise of romance.
A pretty picture she, in her sophisticated dress,
in flushed anticipation of a lover's first caress.
She whispers out her fondest wish upon the brightest star,
That she might find a young man, with his own teeth and a car.

There's a trendy London couple are hosting a soirée,
a Mecca for the beautiful, from near and far away.
There's wine and beer and Champer's, all the cocktails you can mix,
there's food from Fortnum's hampers and there's sausages on sticks.
There never was a better chance to circulate and mingle
with others of outstanding grace, the pretty, young and single.

So here's a common venue where these two young folk are drawn,
(For in Aphrodite's chess game is not each of us a pawn).
Our young Italian gigolo is first upon the scene,
his eyes and smile a-glitter and his hair a sullen gleam.
He looks every inch the dandy in his smart designer gear,
for that Georgio Armani tailors amply in the rear.

The maiden fair, arriving next, is greeted by the host,
who's keen to offer all that his establishment can boast.
She asks of him a French Vermouth (he doesn't know the brand)
but in the name of hospitality takes the matter into hand,
and, ushering her in, to make her welcome in his home,
returns an moment later with our proud young son of Rome.

“I think I heard you right, you asked me for a Noilly Prat?
I hope that this will fill the bill, I leave you two to chat.”
And chat he did, 'til dawn's cold light into the sky did creep,
('twas only then he noticed that he'd bored the girl to sleep).
And on they chat, and chat they shall, together now for life,
for you've just been told the story of how Marco met his wife.