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Christine Makes A Splash In Venice
I just have to have sex with one of those gondolier guys with the cute little hats!
So I met this hot Danish guy in the park feeding the fat pigeons some bread. He seemed like a nice enough dude. I sat down next to him and tried to flirt. He told me he was on a backpacking trip through Europe. He was heading the next day to be all the spots I wanted to visit like Florence and then Venice and then through the Dalmatian coast. I said, “Can I come with you?” and I bit my lip and I smiled and I tried to make my nipples stick out a bit, you know.
He said, “Well, it is it is it’s going to be all youth hostels.” I felt really insulted, like he thought I was too old to stay at a youth hostel.
“How old you think I am?” He blushed and said that he thought I was in my 30s. He was 21 he told me.
“But it’s not the age,” he said. “I mean, you are wearing expensive clothes. And that designer bag. Those shoes probably cost you a thousand euros.”
“Don’t be such a snob,” I said. “I can slum it with the best of em. My dad was a welder. I’m a working-class girl.”
“Have you ever been in a youth hostel?” he asked me.
“No, but how bad can it be?”