I met a boy when I was in Belgium. He was Italian, had been living there for three years and offered to show me around. He was cute, maybe an inch or two shorter than me, but I was on my own and not about to say no to a host showing me around. We were walking around Brussels, winding around the cobblestone alleys when a waiter at a cafe says his spiel in German, and it ends with, "...birra romantica?"
My new friend's response was pretty quick, this made me like for him go from a six to an eight. We went and had a non romantic beer at another place...and, well, it's me, so, yeah, I ended up sleeping with him.
