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How To Meet A Sexy Italian Hunk At The Gym

Like any exercise or health plan, you have to stick to it!

Christine Stevens
The Haven
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4 min readJan 8, 2025

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Eating nothing but carbonara, margarita pizza, and fried arancini for weeks on end has made this Christine the happiest girl in the world. However, it’s also made this Christine a little plumper than she’d like to be.

So, I joined a gym. Or as I learned what Italians say, a “fitness studio”.

My fitness studio was on the opposite side of town. I guess Italians don’t need to work out as much as my American ass to look as gorgeous as they do. Maybe their bodies were just built to metabolize all the wonderfully cheesy, carby goodies they cook. But me? I’m not so lucky.

But let me tell you something. If I knew that my fitness studio would have dozens of hot Italian sausages working out in tight, lycra-like shorts, then I would have joined the second my plane landed in Rome. This place is a gold mine. Young university boys lifting weights. Jacked gentlemen running on treadmills. Sexy pizza makers using those squeezy leg machines.

I started going once a week. Then twice. And now, I’m visiting every single day. I’m determined to meet my next Italian Stallion so he can pick me up with his huge, bulging biceps and carry me to the…

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Christine Stevens
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Written by Christine Stevens

Funny lady, writer of satire and sex, proud Californian. Like me? You can buy me a coffee here: https://buymeacoffee.com/xtinesteveO. Cheers!

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