So an american walks into a bar...

so a fair amount has been going on here. I went to Florence this past weekend which was AMAZING and i want to go back again at somepoint. We climbed up to the top of the cathedral which was so cool and the view of the countryside was amazing. We also went to the Uffizi, the museum, and i got to see so much renaissance art. I could go on and on about it but instead i rather tell you all a little story about seven american girls in a italian bar.

Last thursday, my roommates, some other conn girls, and i went to this bar called Merlins. We get there and we find out that its one of their "special nights" which means you are given a number that you wear and then you can write notes to other people in the bar according to their number. What this basically translates to is sketchy older italian men hitting on american girls. So at first it was not bad and we were having fun just talking and then i of course get the first note. Luckily it was nothing bad, just saying "your are beautiful" in italian. But then i started getting more from other men but no one else at the table was getting any notes. And they were not nice notes. They said "i want you for the entire night", "i want to have sex with you", "all day i dream about sex...with you" and on and on. The entire time i could feel men leering at me and basically undressing me with their eyes. One girl at our table got a note in italian that said something about wanting to lick her. I got to two roses out of the whole experience though . When we started to leave, because i felt so uncomfortable, the men began to yell at me in italian "come back beautiful, we wnat you, we want you." i couldnt run out of their sooner. So in conclusion, i hate italian men. There have been other occassions, acutally every single day, that men on the street shout at me and my roommates vulgar things as well as terrible pick up lines. Oh! and yesterday some guy in a car waiting at a light, rolled down his window and took a picture of all of us!! wtf?!?! all this makes me very grateful that i have Chris..a wonderful guy through and through. Italian men=assholes. Other than feeling like a piece of meat everywhere i walk, things are great. I take my test for placement in the university for foreigners tomorrow which im nervous about though i know ill do fine. i get along with all my roommates, though we are a little divided in the sense that two of them make dinner for themselves and dont include me, megan and alex though the three of us always include them. Its tricky at the moment but what can ya do. So until later, ciao!