While in London, I found a ticket to Milan, Italy for about $10 total. Who would pass that up?
Most people ask why I wanted to go to Milan in the first place. First, it’s one of the fashion capitals and fashion is my second passion besides travel. Not going to lie about it, I wanted to go to the famous Prada outlet. I had heard stories of people buying Prada bags for $200, and I was hoping to score my first luxury accessory. Sadly, I didn’t end up going to the Prada outlet, but that’s a completely different story.
While my friend and I were out to dinner one night, we asked the waitress where the best clubs in Milan were. We got directions and set out for a night of dancing with hot Italian male models.
My friend and I then blindly followed a group of beautiful Italian men who we hoped were going the same place we were. Turns out they were! Striking up a conversation with them, they got us into the club for free, which was apparently one of the hottest in Milan. “All of the models go here”, one tall, gorgeous man told us. Sold.
Throughout the night, my friend and I were showered with free drink after free drink. “AMERICAN GIRLS!”, they would shout and point. We talked with a famous Italian jockey; we danced with many hot male models. In our drunken haze, we did what we thought was a good idea: got on one of the tables and started dancing. Needless to say, this obviously attracted a lot of attention, and being the type of drunk girl I am, I loved every second. I began really putting on the dance moves.
After one of my most famous moves (you know, the one where you drop it low then bring it back up…yeah that one), a GORGEOUS, dark, tall Italian man with the most amazing jawbone of life walked up to the table I was dancing on. In the most Italian way possible, hand gestures and all, he said:
“Your culo is of perfection!”
On the word “culo” he was a hand gesture like he was grabbing a butt. Oh, but I already knew what a “culo” was. Listening to Pitbull sometimes has its perks in international situations. If you didn’t know, culo = ass in Italian and Spanish slang.
So basically I had this extremely hot Italian guy with the jawline of steel telling me what a great ass I have. I think any other girl might have been offended, but not me. Hell, I worked hard to get that culo of perfection! Long before the trip, I was working out 5 days a week and working with a personal trainer. I knew that I was looking hot that night, and I was workin’ it on the dance floor. I was going to milk it for all that it was worth! I jumped right off of that table and danced with him until 5am.
One of the best things about this story is when I told my mom about the whole situation. She just couldn’t get enough of the fact an Italian male model loved her daughters ass so much. She told the story to ANY and EVERYONE who would listen. She’d say in her cute Southern drawl, “So you know, a good lookin’ Italian man told Sheryll she has a great behind!” Oh, you just gotta love moms.