Got stalked at the grocery store today. I found myself saying "Boun Giorno" back to the same guy 4 times in different sections of the store. After the fourth hello he crept up to me and told me that I was "Bella" and proceeded to ask me the length of my stay in Florence. Without much thought I shouted "3 days!" before looking down into my basket of: a loaf of bread, ravioli, gnocci, pasta sauce, 2 bags of olive oil chips, and a 12 pack of toilet paper (doh!) I smiled hoping he'd be so captivated as to overlook the basket of food enough to feed a small country. "awww that's too bad" he says, with his arms flailing towards me like a very menacing octopus. "next time you come back" he says, indicating that we would "hang out". Riiiight, that's the first thing I'm gonna do next time I visit Italy. Moral? Stalking=creepy, no matter how much you flatter him\her later on, it just makes you creepier...