1. They are true Mammas Boys
The first day I arrived in Roccafranca I was informed that my Italian dad’s 29-year-old brother Giovanni was in the market for a wife and I was a suitable match. Really, I was just the first new girl in town since last summer’s ACLE tutors. But his mother, my house mom, his grandmother, etc all responded the exact same way when they first laid eyes on me: “You-Giovanni. Very good. Yes.”
They also live with their mothers until they get married, which means most men in their late 30s are still commuting home. No Thank You. I prefer my men Independent.
2. They could be Jersey Shore Contestants
Except that men here don’t go to the gym, so there’s typically more flab on their bods than The Situation’s. But tight graphic tees and man purses are standard uniform items for men in Italy. To me these apparel choices make it hard to me to determine if the man across the bar is gay or straight.
3. They are addicted to Facebook.
4. They drive as if they were in Super Mario Kart.
In Roccafranca, Mika, our driver, went at least 90mph down a one lane highway the whole trip and zipped around other cars like we had the special star shield around us and could go through anything in our path. It was mildly terrifying and we won’t do it again. But that is really how all men are trained to drive here! We have been in a couple cars with Italian men and their girlfriends/wives and the women are always yelling at the men to slow down.
5. They love American women.
Giovanni’s friends asked Perrin and I if we were single right away and asked if we would like two Italian men. They actually used the term, “You free for all? Yes? Let’s go.” We immediately put the brakes on that one yet two of them tried unsuccessfully again to kiss us later. The cajones!
Throughout our entire stay in Italy we had many men explain to us that Italian women were gorgeous but less fun than American women. Many dream of spending a night with an American women. Too bad they’re not really our type.