Many of you have suggested that Elisa Basso may have enhanced some of her assets. I can tell all of you that she is 100% real.
I met Elisa last year in Nicolosi, a small village about 15km from Catania in Sicily. She was there finishing up some modeling work (with Lambroghini), and I was working at Etna. I was seated at a table next to her in a small restaurant, and believe it or not she was sitting alone, picking the olives out of her calzone. I do that exact same thing, and she saw me smiling as she was pulling yet another one out, and looked at me and got a little red faced. I told her I do the same thing, and one thing led to another and she asked me to sit at her table.
If you've ever eaten dinner in a small Sicilian town restaurant, I dare you to finish dinner sober. It's impossible. Dinner typically goes like this: you sit down and the waiter (never a waitress) will bring you some house wine that you didn't order (get used to it). About 20 minutes later, more vino and maybe a menu. 20 minutes after that, more vino and perhaps an appetizer you didn't order. 20 minutes later, yep, more wine, and maybe he'll take your order. This goes on for the next 3 hours. Seriously.
So, considering that I had just sat down, I was able to sit and drink wine and drool while looking at and talking to Elisa all night. Her english is fair, my italian is funny, so the more we drank, the more italian I spoke, the more she laughed and the more good looking I got (reverse beer goggles I guess) and by the end of dinner we walked (stumbled) back to her hotel. Turns out she was staying right next to my hotel. I asked her in my very best drunken italian if she would like some more vino. To my surprise she said yes, so it was off to the hotel lobby for yet another bottle and a couple of glasses. Up to my room. Off with the clothes. And believe me that women has not enhanced a thing. Doesn't need to.
She left the next day. However, she is supposed to visit me next week. My wife however, doesn't approve.
I met Elisa last year in Nicolosi, a small village about 15km from Catania in Sicily. She was there finishing up some modeling work (with Lambroghini), and I was working at Etna. I was seated at a table next to her in a small restaurant, and believe it or not she was sitting alone, picking the olives out of her calzone. I do that exact same thing, and she saw me smiling as she was pulling yet another one out, and looked at me and got a little red faced. I told her I do the same thing, and one thing led to another and she asked me to sit at her table.
If you've ever eaten dinner in a small Sicilian town restaurant, I dare you to finish dinner sober. It's impossible. Dinner typically goes like this: you sit down and the waiter (never a waitress) will bring you some house wine that you didn't order (get used to it). About 20 minutes later, more vino and maybe a menu. 20 minutes after that, more vino and perhaps an appetizer you didn't order. 20 minutes later, yep, more wine, and maybe he'll take your order. This goes on for the next 3 hours. Seriously.
So, considering that I had just sat down, I was able to sit and drink wine and drool while looking at and talking to Elisa all night. Her english is fair, my italian is funny, so the more we drank, the more italian I spoke, the more she laughed and the more good looking I got (reverse beer goggles I guess) and by the end of dinner we walked (stumbled) back to her hotel. Turns out she was staying right next to my hotel. I asked her in my very best drunken italian if she would like some more vino. To my surprise she said yes, so it was off to the hotel lobby for yet another bottle and a couple of glasses. Up to my room. Off with the clothes. And believe me that women has not enhanced a thing. Doesn't need to.
She left the next day. However, she is supposed to visit me next week. My wife however, doesn't approve.