This is what dreams are made of...

Warning: if you don't want to hear a story about me being incredibly stupid and possibly putting myself in danger, don't keep reading. 

But it happened, and I'm fine. CALM DOWN. 

You guys, I had my complete Lizzie McGuire movie experience. 

So remember how I met that guy for an English lesson? Well, I used Tinder for that, and while I was on (before I arranged the lesson) another guy wanted to hang out with me. I wasn't going to, but he seemed cool, he's a photographer. 

Then on Sunday he asks if I wanted to ride on his Vespa through the country. Should I have said no? Would that have been the smart thing to do? Yeah, but I thought, why not take a crazy chance?

It was amazing. Riding a Vespa at first I was like "holy crap, what am I doing, I don't even know if he's a good driver" but he was. He took me to Chianti up to the top by a church where we watched the sunset and talked. He was actually cool. Although, as we were getting deeper in the country I thought "yep, I'm going to be murdered. This is where it ends." Fortunately I made Jess go with me to meet him, so she knew what he looked like, and I had my phone on so the find my iPhone was in effect. I also messaged Jess periodically to let her know I was alive. 

Sunset - not a very good pic because I was trying to sneakily do it, so he wouldn't see. 

We then went out to this really cool outdoor restaurant, where I tried coccoli (which is deep fried dough, a cream cheese, and ham - very good). And it was nice. We later went to an outdoor bar, and then he took me home. It was a 7 hour date. Seriously, the best date of my life. 

I hung out with him the next day, and it was still all good. He took me home and called me Carina. I did a double take. That's what Paolo called Lizzie... I felt uneasy after that, like maybe I won't see him again, he's about to ghost me.  

The day after he didn't message me, and then did message me, but then unmatched me on tinder so I couldn't even see the message. 

Full Lizzie McGuire experience. A Vespa. Romance. Only for the guy to be a jerk. My only regret is that I didn't get to be a pop star... 

The Vespa. Now if I ever see it around town I can smash it. 

Don't ask me further questions about this, because I am a lot sadder than I am letting on. Just thought I'd share the experience. My tinder has been deleted, so this will complete the "romance" portion of my Italy adventure. Don't worry, I *probably* wont do anything this stupid again. But I have a great story! Stop judging me!