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I will never forget my first walk around Poole with William, the boy I shared a house with the very first time I stayed in England. My brain has also kept in a prominent place the meaning of “willy”.
William was a shy boy, around my age. The second day the housekeeper made Willy take me for a walk to show me the town, shops, banks and whatever I might need during my stay. We walked around without much chatting, and as a good Latin, I felt somehow uncomfortable with his long silences.
We came across a funny shop window, full of toys, key rings, mugs… They all had a thing in common: funny sentences containing the word willy in it, just like my new friend’s name! It is a pity I cannot remember it properly, but some had to do with “introducing willy”.
I took it as I had learned it: introducing someone, making acquaintances… Nevertheless, sentences did not match with the cartoons.
So I happily asked William who Willy was, adding something like “look, he must be very famous, this boy. Is it you?” And even worse…”you know, in Poole I have introduced the first Willy in my life”.
William went deep red, then into green; finally, pale white and deathly silent. I thought it was due to shyness, so I insisted, until, he clearly and slowly said: “Willy is a penis”.
I wished the earth to swallow me up…. Later I learned that it is a slang word, which children use to refer to the penis.
No need to say that later we laughed a lot with my unfortunate comment. For my birthday, he sent me to Spain one of those willy mugs, and when I saw it, I still felt ashamed of my blunder.