A Tawdry Travel Tale
In the late 1980's I took a trip to Rome. My hotel was near the Spanish Steps and I had a great time exploring the city and ogling the hot Italian men.
I planned a good part of one day to spend at the Sistine Chapel and the Vatican. I had my camera and I was getting a lot of great shots of this masterpiece of art! While I was snapping pictures I noticed that a very attractive man was eying me. I don't remember the details, but we started talking.
He had typical Italian looks, which is very much my type; dark haired, olive skin and a beautiful man. I was a little disappointed that he was American; he was from Portland and had brought his father back to Italy to visit family. We spent the rest of the afternoon together in and around the St. Peter's Square. His dad was feeling a little tires so we dropped him at their hotel.
We then headed straight to my hotel.
Wow! I could see why Michaelangelo loved to paint and sculpt the Italian male body. He was a beautiful man who was not at all like Adam (above) or David, if you know what I mean. *wink* Let's just say he had one of the biggest I've ever seen!
Awwww, the memories! *big smile*
So yea, I picked up someone in the Sistine Chapel. And no, he was not a priest. LOL