My Startling Prosperous Day in Italy

Italian men are truly amorous than most men I know in my hometown. I arrived at this conclusion after a number of events that went on today.

Today is absolutely my very propitious day. Scarcely did I imagine that it would be turn out this way.

I climbed out of bed this morning and conditioned my mind to an ultimately boring day. I did this not because I woke up on the wrong place of the bed, but because of the activities arranged for today. My duties for the day include going to the market to get vegetables, going back home to cook, and returning the book I borrowed to the public library.

But, what took place was something I didn't see. I proceeded to the shop and bought the vegetables on my checklist. As I was heading back, I was hit by a tall, dark Italian male. I was annoyed at first for his obvious carelesness, but seeing his chiseled, handsome face made my anger melt away. He apologized constantly and asked that we go to his place to make up for what he has done. How could I rebuff his plea? Go figure why all my other drudging activities were called off from that moment on!