So we went out last night, and here some of what happened:
Kayla, Brita, Caroline and I were sitting on a bench in Piazza Santa Croce, when an African vendor-man (who sells things like glittery hats, glowing bouncy balls and cheap bracelets to drunk kids) approaches us. He has been chatting with two italian guys on the bench next to us right before he came over, and says "I have a present for all of you beautiful ladies". He then proceeds to give us each a bracelet which the Italian boy paid for. The boys come over, and one says (in italian and then in english) "My friend has an illness and needs some help. He has lost his memory and the doctor said the cure is a kiss from a beautiful girl!"
Needless to say, as creative as he was, none of us were charmed. We got some free bracelets out of the whole deal, but unfortunately for them, homeboy was not cured and I suppose will remain "ill" until he is successful spittin' his game on some other American girls.
Other unfortunate pick-up lines:
"Hey chicks! Where you go?"
"You are as beautiful as the sky!"
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