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Rome

March 8, 2010

In Which We Meet My Alter-Ego, Vanessa Simone

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In a desperate attempt to not feel like a complete loser by drinking alone at a bar in Rome, I decided to employ a fantastically awesome story about how I was Vanessa Simone, an American author writing a book about love, sex and dating around the world and yes, sweetie, it is so nice to meet you, too. And, yes, I did come up with that book idea to, ahem, hopefully grab someone to conduct my experiments with for, you know, research. RESEARCH.

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December 1, 2009

Embracing the Messy and the Chaos

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Most people think I’m a risk-taker and while, yes, I do agree, it wasn’t until I came to Europe that I realized how much I enjoy the thrill of uncertainty. And by enjoy, I mean, I make myself love it even though deep down I want to kick uncertainty straight in the crotch. AND NOT APOLOGIZE FOR IT. By default, I over-analyze, I don’t even know what the flow is, nevermind actually going with it, and I’m impossibly stubborn about ...

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November 23, 2009

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 13, 2009

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

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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