sugar daddy

gots ourselves a sugar daddy in rome.

couchsurfed three weeks ago to stay with this guy in rome for two days and confirmed that we would stay with him. we sent him another message the other day to let him know when exactly we would be arriving to which he responded that he had invited another person over but that perhaps it could work out. he told us to call him when we arrived in rome.

big trip day. hostel. alright, we are going to meet R (that's what we will call him here) at the bologna post office. alright we are waiting. alright, he is half an hour late. alright i thought the umbrella guy was him. alright...it isn't and thats a little racist, saruh.

he finally shows up and the sun came out! but that is not necessarily indicative of his presence which is strange and somewhat unfriendly. we walk toward his house since we spent ALL OF OUR MONEY ON A HOSTEL due to him ditching us last minute. halfway there he tells us that his university dorm mates dont know about his couchsurfing account, so we should tell them that we are friends. then he says that we will be sharing a room. but on his profile it explicitly says that guests will have their own room. so it started feeling a little shady. lil bit

he said to me 'you didnt read the page completely?' to which i replied that YES, YES i did, and it said that we would have our own space.

he asked how much our hostel had cost and then offered to pay for us to sleep another night there. long story short, and one shady interaction later, we are accepting 30 euros from this guy getting out of a bank.

and now we are leaving for napoli tomorrow after a beautiful night walk through rome to the coloseum and fontane trevi. che bella.

in the words of emilie 'we saw a lot of shit that used to be shit but now isnt shit'

and the hostel guy told me that he wanted to bite me and wanted to pick the spot on my body where he could bite me.

alright

we aren't homeless
and we dont need to sleep in a church, thank you evan