Rather, I get the sense that this is just what you do in a courtship, you say very romantic things that you don’t actually mean, which is the least romantic thing I can think of.
On top of the inappropriate professions of love, there are also the rages of jealousy.
However, during a recent trip to Capri, I found myself curiously analyzing the crowds of Italian bourgeoisie over my daily spritz at the piazzetta.
Everybody seemed so relaxed and excited and happy, lacking the judgement and the pretentiousness of the French..
When I didn’t answer a text right away I got the passive-aggressive “Excuse me, I can see that you too busy to answer so I won’t bother you anymore” text (in Italian of course, which doesn’t make it anymore charming).
When I told him that I liked him but he was putting too much pressure on me he gave me the cold shoulder, which was the breaking point for me.
(Presumably to get rid of him.) At 34, he finally resides on his own, but still hadn’t gotten around to buying furniture, as he prefers to eat dinner at his mother’s. But, apparently, “if you get the right one, they’re the most incredible men in the world”.
“Don’t contradict anything they say about their moms”, ads my friend. Again, let’s listen to the native here: “They need taking care of – you must remind them of their mom. Pretend you do and just order takeaway.” In fact, they seem to expect a certain level of effort in all departments. They will love you to pieces, shower you with attention, and give you beautiful dark-haired children, resulting in a “perfect Loro Piana family”.
And the women were glowing – not just from the Mediterranean sun, but from the obvious attention they were getting from the men! I have never seen men dress like this in my entire life. “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.
I began growing more intrigued by the handsome species that seemed so quick to conquer women’s hearts. White jeans, perfectly pressed shirts, crispy pastel blazers, pocket squares… While we generally failed on the Capri dating scene, my girlfriend did manage to have an experience in Napoli with a lovely police officer names Giuseppe. Although we got through that evening’s dramatics, his love for me faded about a day after I left Rome.
In my (very limited) experience, dating an Italian is like staring in your very own soap opera.
Sometimes exciting, but mostly just full of eye-rolling moments.
Robert called her 'my Portuguese', and she wrote the sonnets during their courtship for him.