almoagnadna

Currently typing away at an internet cafe in Firenze. Good times. I'm still not used to the fact that I can't just walk up to someone and introduce myself. I don't freaking speak Italian!!! It's really starting to grate on my oh-so-out-there personality. Perhaps I should grow some balls and learn some Italian. But on the other hand, I'm leaving here Sunday for Paris, so why bother at this point?
So I met this guy while I was in London--he's from Sydney, though--and we had this amazing time together, and he even got along with my friend Catherine, and acted like he really wanted me to come to Australia to visit him. It was the best sex of my life and he held many characteristics that I really want in a guy. The only checkmarks he got against himself was his age (20 to my 22) and every once in a bit a smidge of immaturity poked its head through. But really, my ability to see a fault in someone else and still place them in a desirable light is kind of a step forward for me. I have a bad habit of expecting perfection from people, so it's good to recognize faults and be ok with them, right?
Hmm...he hasn't even emailed me back yet, so the cost of a plane ticket to Australia should really be the least of my worries right now.