1) My experience: My husband was sickeningly romantic and confident and that totally did it for me. chasing me through a piazza with a guitar after a fight and telling me sweet/creepy shit like “you’re mine.” That totally weirded me out in a sexy way and it won over my lady parts.Think, holding my umbrella in the rain, cooking amazing meals for my friends, singing and dancing to old Italian classics. Anyway, he has a gross following of European women (who I’ll beat to death one day) who are weirdly obsessed with him so clearly the romance stuff works for many.If you go to the south of Italy, where I've lived for some time, it's different. They call you, they bring you presents, if you show them you're interested they'd never chicken out. I think men here are scared of women who show personality, who've had unusual experiences in their lives, because they're used to having much younger girls who put them on pedestals, who have no personality, so they can have absolute control over them.
asked me to write an article for an Italian website about my experience in Italy.
The truth is, we don’t have the slightest clue of what’s going on right in front of us.
Case in point: last summer I met your typical Italian-American goombah at an aperitivo on the Isola one night.
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My world is obviously small so I’d like to know what everyone else thinks.
In the article, I suggest that in the Italian dating arena, we poor American men are severely handicapped—even totally disqualified—by our post-feminism sensitivities and political-correctness. We open doors, engage in smart conversation, avoid sexual innuendo, and never assume that an invitation for dinner or a drink is any more than just that.
What’s worse, we don’t even realize what we’re doing wrong. Silly us, we thought that our All-American charm and goodwill leftover from World War II would instantly ingratiate us with those belle ragazze.
So at least don't pretend to be a macho man if you're just a . I can't stand over-sensitive guys — you know, the ones that you have to buy them ice-cream or give them Midol because they suffer from PMS. So we're lying in bed, we've just finished having sex, and, you know, you expect some cuddling…
Women here end up believing that this is the norm, but it's not true.
I was just looking at my stats and aside from things like, “zebra sex” and “Italian mother in law good sex” and “kill that nanny with a pan” one of the most common search results to bring people to this blog: Are Italians Good At Sex? I haven’t been with all of the Italians in Italy to make a scientific assessment, but I do hang out with a lot of them.
I can give you the rundown based on things I’ve heard from people who have slept with Italian humans or from talking with my friends in general.