How Biking and Ogling Can Get You Killed.. or at least damage your ego

It was the end of summer and one of my best friends, Cassie (who's insanely gorgeous, like routinely stops-traffic-pretty I'm not kidding) and I were enjoying the last few minutes of twilight summertime sunshine while walking around the apartment we stayed in for a week outside of Milan, Italy. Two boys that we grew quite close to left for America that morning and a sort of sadness followed us around that day, even though we were in the middle of Italy on this amazing adventure, the boys leaving proved that summer always turns into fall and the adventure, for the time being, was ending.

Cassie and I were playing our favorite game of Would You Rather.. (which involves two scenarios: both of equally disturbing nature meant to disgust and hopefully upset the person you're playing with - it's a real ladylike game) while walking back to the dingy flat. There were families packing up from a nighttime picnic and couples walking hand-in-hand as we exited the park and veered away from the bike path we were walking on. On our left, a bicycle whizzed by with a young man on it (with Italian men it's always hard to guess ages, especially when flying by on their bicycles. The blur of shiny, red sneakers could really be worn by any age/sexual orientation group) as he and his bike continued on, his face and eyes stayed glued onto my best friend and I. While ogling, he grinned and purred, "buonaa serrraaa" the English equivalent to good evening but the emotional equivalent to oh, the things I'd do to you....

Now, this poor gentleman probably thought he really hit the jackpot: two sweet-looking American girls without a boyfriend in sight, in a foreign land, ready to swoon into the arms of an Italian lover. Unluckily for him, a tree stopped this thought process.

In a matter of a half a second, the poor boy slammed directly into a tree as the last slimy 'a' fell out of his mouth.

Any sadness we had about that day, quickly vanished as we ran away in a fit of giggles and two years later still invokes an unstoppable amount of laughter whenever Cassie and I ooze buona sera to each other.

Would you rather bike into a tree while trying to impress someone or....