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But I am an American girl and I am comfortable admitting that I am out of my depth when dealing with Italian men.In my (very limited) experience, dating an Italian is like staring in your very own soap opera.This time I found a blues club down the street from the canal.When I sat down and saw the menu I knew I had made a mistake but I ordered a drink and an appetizer.When I was breaking the news to my friends and family that I was moving to Italy I got a wide variety of responses but the one I enjoyed the most was giggling with my girlfriends about all the gorgeous Italian men waiting for me.
Sometimes it takes a bit of looking, but I pretty much always find the perfect place.I am not kidding you when I say that this place had the worst food I have eaten my entire time in Italy. I was paying my bill and getting ready to leave when the pair at the next table asked me to join them.They turned out to to be cousins and the guy was very cute in an older, rugged kind of way. Kind of makes a mockery of the sentiment, you know?Sometimes exciting, but mostly just full of eye-rolling moments.Take my most recent Casanova for example: I was wandering around the canal district of Milan looking for a low-key place to grab dinner and maybe a few drinks.
So when I am being told “Ti amo, Ti voglio bene, and I love you” by this man I have good reason to doubt that he says these things in earnest.