Just back from dinner at the Piazza Navoria. One of them best meals of my life. On the square in the open air, chatting the whole 2 1/2 hours with the American couple next to us from Arizona. Turns out theyre on their way to the Book Expo in Germany...shes the President of Rich Dad. Fascinating conversation! Thought the Italians around us were going to join in . They were having a hard time biting their tongues.
In the space of ten minutes coming home, I was told I was beautiful twice, hit on three times and had another gorgeous honry Italian tell me what time he gets off work.
Im considering it.
When in Rome, do a Roman?
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You know what I'm going to say so I don't need to put it here. When I'm in Europe the guys are all over me. Then I say "Sorry I don't speak ____" and then it's "Oh! You're American!"
Oh lordy. Wait until you hear my Tuscany story. Youve turned me into a gay man!!! Ive trumped my Glastonbury philip romance. cant wait to have some brazilian food with you and brag about how glowy I am....
I'm glad I did what I could. It's taken years of grooming (and slowly eroding your morals) to get you where you are today!
Yes, my new tattoo-indentation is BMW. On my ass.
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