Here are a few of my observations, enriched with some stellar insight from an Italian girlfriend. And they smell fantastic, like they all bathed in a tub of Acqua di Gio! Similarly to to Jewish guys, Italian men never truly grow up. They will love you to pieces, shower you with attention, and give you beautiful dark-haired children, resulting in a “perfect Loro Piana family”.
The mere thought of a trip to Italy seems to send most of my girlfriends into daydream overdrive, as they envision themselves succumbing to the charms of a tall, dark-haired Fellini hero. Something about these fellows’ overly confident attitude makes me mistrust them, not to mention that the lyrical falsetto makes it impossible to understand anything they are attempting to say. “They will tell you the most incredible stories about themselves.. Just to win your heart and get you into bed.” Indeed, an hour after professing his undying love for me, Mario the dentist tried to hit on my 22-year-old friend.My friend, a fellow NYC expat living in France, puts it this way: “When I come to Italy, I remember that I am a woman.” 4.