I only wish I could have taken a picture today of the Italian man who tried to pick me up in a piazza today. I was drinking a MacDonald’s giant coke with ice and resting on a hot bench (hot to the touch, but I was desperate to sit down). He had on a neon green polyester sports shirt and matching shoes, and some kind of shorts and that’s all I saw before I saw how he was leering at me. I tried to be cool but had to leave. But I see a lot of beautiful Italian men in my age bracket so I am starting to zero in.

I left my keys in my apartment today, but it’s only 90 degrees 24 hours a day so I’m doing well. :-))