italian stallions

when God was handing out beauty, He took it in His hand, looked at the Italians/Romans, and backhanded them with it, for full effect.

because, literally, i didn't think i saw one ugly person there. even the nerdy ones had appeal.

it was depressing.

europeans are also way blunt and horny. seriously, all the women there? they show A LOT of skin. and you get noticed A WHOLE LOT MORE if you show it a little.

my self-esteem hit an all-time low when i got on a subway packed with these german teenagers. they were gorgeous, well-dressed and knew it, speaking at the top of their lungs. seriously, they were so good-looking, even the okay looking ones were elevated to hottie status because they were in that group. and it was like a smorgasbord of good-lookin'! you wanted the nerd, the jock, the intellectual, the serious guy, the emo kid? each one had their own stereotype. it was funny. also a wake-up call that i had the ugliest mug there, probably.

another side note?

italians love beauty so much in their country, all the gondoliers in Venice had appeal, even the old ones. seriously. i think it's a requirement.

you want proof? they produce beefcake calendars of gondoliers and (get this) young priests. so, you liked hot may gondolier? what about january wire-rimmed parish priest of Assisi? unbelievable. and unbelievably cute.

i would have gotten it for several things, namely the good looks, the joke factor and the irony. except it was way expensive and you are ogling the representatives of the Lord. It's like eyeing Moses. which is wrong, i tell you.