And there are some gorgeous Italian men, believe me.But I am an American girl and I am comfortable admitting that I am out of my depth when dealing with Italian men.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.She was making gravy and the comforting smell of onions and olive oil filled the house. Un-caffeinated and out of sorts, I smeared deodorant on my shirt (but didn’t find out until I was already on the bus).Of course, I forgot my umbrella and got caught in an afternoon spring shower, thus causing my hair to transform from glossy and bouncy to frizzy and sad. And this drink here,” he motioned to a listing on the menu, “says it has amaro in it.There were no five-hour long conversations about our hopes and dreams. Just two people stumbling along trying to understand each other.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.
Sometimes exciting, but mostly just full of eye-rolling moments.By the time I walked into the Liberty Hotel to meet my date that evening, I was convinced he was going to turn out to be a serial killer. After 30 minutes of fidgeting, compulsively checking my phone, and flirting with the waiter, Antonio walked into the restaurant. I’m pretty sure that amaro means ‘love’ in Italian…I was the first to arrive, so I sat at a table and tried not to fidget. Well, a heavier, balder, older version of the Antonio I was expecting walked into the restaurant, leading me to the conclusion that the pictures I had seen online were from 1998. so I’m guessing this drink is sweet, just like me.” He winked; I suppressed a shudder. You might want to try something else.” I tried to say this as amiably as possible, but I’m certain a bit of surly crept into my voice.It’s a beautiful, true love story that I promise to share soon. Whenever I told people this news in person, they almost all said “Good for you!
In the meantime, you just have to take my word for it: my parents’ saga has left me somewhat ill-prepared for the realities of the dating world. ” as if I was on a new diet, learning sign language, or finally watching Parks and Recreation.
My parents’ love for me knows no limits, and their love for each other is truly the stuff Lifetime holiday movies are made of. And at the very least, you can tell him about your plan to sneak Simmenthal back into the US.” She had a point.