The first time I set my eyes on him, I thought it was love at first sight . Geez. Geez… that’s what I thought. Ah, well—who wouldn’t? Hot. Gorgeous. Oh, crap—those tantalizing eyes that took my breath away. And lips that could launch a thousand sighs ( tsek, tsek! ). Butterflies in my stomach flipping inside and out. My heart beating like a tambourine ( tsug! tsug! ). And I couldn’t take my eyes off him. What was wrong with me? Here’s the thing about Italians—they know they’re at the top of the “most attractive people on earth” list. According to what study? Oh, you know… the highly scientific “Who’s the Most Good-Looking, Gorgeous, Hot Specimen on Earth” study. In Eat, Pray, Love , Elizabeth Gilbert described Italians as “devilishly attractive, cruelly handsome, and surprisingly muscular.” And yes—I wholeheartedly admit that I was once a victim of such a cruelly handsome Italian guy. Too cool to be real, as a matter of fact. But yeah. I was. And yes—too bad. Y...
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