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November 2009

November 23, 2009

31

Let’s Continue the Juiciness, Shall We?

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Remember how I went on that date with two Italian men and ended up switching dates by the end of the meal? Well, as alluded to in that blog post, there was some more that happened that night, but I was feeling uncomfortable writing about it. Not sure why, but all of a sudden, I’ve decided that I’m not going to censor myself anymore. If I’m going to do this personal blog thing, I’m going to go all the way. ...

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November 18, 2009

40

My Big Fat List of Online Girl Crushes

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It’s time to give some love to all the amazing women I have had the pleasure of totally stalking online. These women, all in their own way, give me that jealous feeling in my gut that propels me to be better, funnier, faster, stronger, and my heart just bursts with tingles and loves for them. Plus, if they didn’t exist in my life in some capacity, I’d a) have very few people to gush to and b) would be pretty ...

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November 16, 2009

11

“No” in Italian Means STALK ME PLEASE

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The other day, I was waiting at the train station for about an hour for my friend to arrive from California. At one point, I was pacing the long corridor where everyone exits their train. As I’m walking back to the spot I was waiting at, this older Italian man checks me out, rests his eyes on my chest and says, “Ciao bella!” Excuse me, but those are my boobs. Ya mind lookin’ me in the eyes while you’re trying ...

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November 13, 2009

32

My New Apartment Thinks I’m a Hooker

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… And I’m not really offended. Begin photo tour.

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November 12, 2009

9

Italian Men Are Completely Inappropriate

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Remember C ? Of course you do. Well, I’ve had a few people ask me how that story has unfolded. And, more importantly, why I’m not making out with him instead of blogging about him. Fair questions, really. And, BELIEVE ME, if I could, I would be out painting the town red with this hot hot hot Italian man. But, there’s just one small, eentsy weentsy detail that I didn’t mention in that last story, which I found out later and ...

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