A: When my first boyfriend broke up with me, I took to crying in a quiet corner of a McDonald's in Manchester, England. This old Italian man (named Roberto) showed up and (I shit you not) comes up to me like "Is it love?". Over the course of our conversation he told me:
A) If my boyfriend didn't want a voluptuous girl like me, he was "the gay".
B) McDonald's were bastards for not providing lemon for his tea.
C) His current girlfriend loved him because he could have sex like a Zebra (he said they go all night, and when they climax it's like earthquakes)
D) He wanted me to have his address so I could send him a postcard with an alligator on it from Florida.
When he reached into his beat up bag for a notepad to write his address on, I saw he had a camping lantern and some porn videos in there.
Most interesting conversation of my life.
Q: What was the first thing you remember wanting to be when you grew up?