|The beginning of an incredible night|
I was really excited once we got to Scholar's because a few other au pair girls were there. I met Ronja from Sweden, Jenna from Australia, and another girl from Holland who was really nice! I ran into my Irish friend Stephen again
and since it was karaoke night at Scholar's, we agreed to go up on stage together. At the end of the night he made me promise to 'be gentle' when writing my blog about it (he knows me too well). His mistake was that he told me I could sign us up for any song I wanted and that he'd see our names on the screen when it was our turn. Jeanny and another random girl joined us, and since he's a priest, I chose the most fitting song. I chose Madonna's 'Like A Virgin'. OH HO HO, I am oh so clever. "Like a virgin - hey! Touched for the very first time. Like a vir-r-r-r-gin, with your heart beat next to mine, feels so good inside..." Stephen actually has a really great singing voice, and I'm sad to admit that he out shined all of us on stage. I was losing my mind up there and for most of the time, no words were coming out of my mouth, just pure laughter.
|Photo courtesy of Jenna|
Ugh... I am dreading writing about the final guy of the night. He was Italian. Let me JUST SAY that there are plenty of karaoke bars in Rome, but the whole reason why people go to Scholar's is to meet other tourists - if we wanted to get it on with Italians, we would all be hanging out at Italian bars. Giving him a chance, I asked where he was from in Italy. I thought this would give him the benefit of the doubt in case he wasn't from Rome, but nope - he was. He asked me what my name was, and I told him something that I will not repeat on this blog due to graphic reasons. He didn't understand what I said though but assumed that my name was 'Claire', which is close to what I told him (think really hard...) so I just went along with it. He asked me if I wanted a drink and I told him no thanks. He asked, "why?" And I said I don't take drinks from strangers. Then he told me his name (which I forget) and that "now we aren't strangers anymore."
Clearly, this guy could not get a hint. I know it might seem unfair, but I am not interested in dating an Italian man. I do not like that they are pushy, aggressive, and it is rare to find the "Italian stallion" we think that exist over here. If you are an Italian man reading this, do not get offended if this is not what you're like, but this is my interpretation of most Italian men. Italian men drive around in tiny cars honking their horns and sticking their greasy heads out of the window if they see a pretty girl nearby. They are short with waxed eyebrows and say Ciaooo bella and make gross noises at you to get your attention. If a woman turns the corner and an Italian man is liking what he sees, he will creepily follow her and watch her until she is out of sight. They also do not have the word 'no' in their vocabulary. Again, this is not what ALL Italian men are like. But I'm going to assume that if you're a Roman in a tourist bar and insist on buying me a drink, that you are like the typical Italian man. And this guy did just that, and he even had waxed eye brows, so I knew he wasn't going to give up that easily. We argued forever about me not wanting anything from him, and I was just like, listen... I'm not
|Emily having fun at the Pantheon|
Today I had the whole day off because the family is still in Tuscany, so I walked around the centre some pictures of my
friend Emily at some Roman monuments.
|Emily pigging out on gelato|
I can admit that I'm one of the biggest loser's I know. I am constantly doing things to embarrass myself and those around me, but you know what? I have the most fun over anyone I know. While I'm here I've become so comfortable in my own skin. I don't care what anyone thinks about me,
|Emily wished for world peace at |
the Trevi Fountain. So giving.