Impressions: Italian Men

by Sarah

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.

Me and Giovanni, my Italian "cousin" in Roccafranca.

3. They are addicted to Facebook.

Italian Man (in Popeye tight t-shirt!) getting Perrin's email address so he could friend her asap.

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.

Perrin dancing to U2's "Elevation" blaring in the background.

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.

Italian men are desperately seeking American women but they’re not really our style.

After a dip in a local pool, Perrin wrinkles her nose. Italian men are desperately seeking American women but they’re not really our style.

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About sistersbailey

We are Perrin and Sarah Bailey, collectively known as “The Sisters Bailey”. The moniker was born out of a crazy weekend at the 2009 New Orleans Jazz Fest and it was the first time we had ever been referred to as one unit. We grew up in Alexandria, VA together and then separated for college - Perrin to The University of Pennsylvania and Sarah to Northwestern University – and somehow landed together in New York after graduation. It was in the midst of the hustle of Manhattan that we became friends for the first time in years. Somehow we landed jobs in the same industry - Sarah worked in marketing at HBO and Perrin managed creative digital promotions for her media agency’s main client, Disney - just three blocks from one another. One day we decided to leave our jobs, sell our belongings and travel abroad with a backpack and a collective savings of $10K. The stories of our continuing adventures and those of other fearless travelers are here to inspire you.
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