Finger Lickin' Good?

Friday night, the girls and I went to dinner at an Italian restaurant in Dupont Circle. The maitre de was an authentic Italian who frequently popped over to our table to "check up on us." Like any good Italian, he was a tremendous flirt, spoke with his hands, and had an amazing accent. It was all good until I asked him a question about the dessert. He pointed to the menu item in question, made a grand gesture, and accidentally inserted his finger into my mouth. It wasn't the best tasting item that night, but certainly the most memorable! Capisce?