Every Walk of Life...

I've always kind of noticed this, but it's becoming more and more apparent as I get older and kind of realize trends in and of myself as well as my terrible tendency to repeat history. However, that being said, I have been trying extra-hard lately to NOT repeat history...and with my choice in the opposite sex, I haven't repeated history in QUITE some time. Examine: first boyfriend: white guy. Standard. All I pretty much knew growing up in suburbia, country-town America. Nothing wrong with it, but it's all I knew. Pretty much as soon as I entered into college, also known as a world I basically never knew existed and even more so than that, a stomping ground of many different types of people (not specifically my university, but the environment around it and new things I would experience) my taste didn't necessarily change, but in essence, it did.

Let's just put it this way: I have the raw ability to attract everything but my own type of person. Which not only makes for fabulous stories, but it also makes for fabulous stories! It has now become more of a running joke within my group of friends that I always have a knack of attracting and being attracted to different guys, so let's get to some examples. I'm going to very briefly list what I can remember...that sounds terrible, I know. It's not that I have been in a blacked-out, drunken stupor (at least not some of the times), it's just that it's been 4 fabulous years of around-the-world males (haha). I'm like the goddamn United Nations sometimes and it's insane: Italian, Russian, Lebanese, Greek, Romanian, Portuguese, Brazilian (this should count as about 4 or 5 because there are so many Brazilians in my area of Connecticut), Indian, Albanian, Jamaican, British, Spanish, Puerto Rican, and I'm sure there are a few I'm forgetting.

Essentially, my point is this: what is so interesting about me to foreign males, but not homegrown American natives? (ha!). I mean, I've never had a problem with it, as ever since I was 11 years old I've been traveling internationally, at least a few times a year in some instances. I've also been itching to get out of the country since I was an actual resident of the city of Rome two summers ago. It always hits you as a completely different experience when you're actually considered a resident somewhere, and being a resident of the capital of Italy is nothing that I took lightly. Life was different there, and after about a week, it hit me that I was LIVING there. My primary residence for that time of my life was 82 Laura Mantegazza, Roma Italia. Surreal as it is, this has driven me to leave the States. I love America and I love where I'm from, but I realized there is so much more out there than what you could ever imagine. I guess that goes for both the world, and the opposite sex.