HOOK UP PIGEONHOLED
Today’s contributor learns that sometimes good luck superstitions are just plain wrong.
While studying abroad in Italy last semester, I was on the hunt for a sexy foreign man. I stayed in Florence, where the bars were always packed with locals. I hit the scene pretty hard with my girls, until I finally found the perfect Italian man. I thought he was way out of my league, but he approached me, so I didn’t question it.
We went outside for a smoke, and then started making out. The night was young and people were starting to loiter outside, so we moved into the street to continue making out. He was a really great kisser and I was totally zoned out—until I heard a splat, and something dripped between our lips.
