I was in Florence, Italy for a few days in my mid-twenties. The men! Simply walking down the streets, men looked me DIRECTLY in the eyes. Piercing, dark eyes, dark, curly hair,linen slacks and shirt ruffling in the breeze....OH! SORRY! It is something to look forward to. Don't give up your dream :)
I am a university librarian. At my last job, we had a contingent of Italian students who came to the university to learn English. They were in the library one day for some library instruction, and I noticed they were rather "friendly" with one another. I noticed that one young man had his hand planted deftly on a young lady's behind. I asked a friend of mine--who was in the know about such things--if this was simply a congenial gesture. "No," he said,"he very much wanted to bed this woman." Me . . . naive, I guess.
I love that photo - I suspect the young woman didn't anticipate this kind of attention. However, I was also somewhat shocked how European women would directly look me in the eye too.Now European women - and American women of ages past - were taught how to respond to unwanted advances, with a withering look of disdain. That isn't 'nice', but being good sometimes means that you can't be nice.
Listen; take it for what is worth...Italian men, for the most part, are just "all looks", no real substance.How do I know?I don't.I have been in Italy several times and the whole scenario (from a celibate's perspective, mind you) is just "surface". They look good, sound good, seem good, but are just, well, not good. My spiritual advice; sorry to "rain on anybody's parade".Look.Don't touch:<)!
I was driving past a car dealer today that had a billboard with a handsome Italian hunk with the slogan "Flashy--but unreliable."But ya know--sometimes it's fun to kick up your heels once in awhile :) And those guys sure do know how to show ya a good time :)Sara
I've always wanted to drive a Ferrari, but I'm stuck with a Jeep...
LOL.However... yeah! I mean, it's true, and it's not that funny (I find it rather annoying).Tsk...(The Italian woman :-P)
I was in school in Genova in 1982. I went there with this very image in my head. My impression (speaking as a man) is that this photo mostly describes:1. The Italy of 1950, i.e., 60 years ago.2. The Southern Italian culture (Rome on down) more than the Northern one.The girls I went to school with in '82 received very little (if any) of this sort of physical, leering attention.
I remember this old picture. Every time I see it I am reminded of a comment of my mother's.Apparently she was in Italy around the time this picture was taken I guess. She too walked down an Italian street - she proudly states, "My rear-end was black and blue from pinching!" Mom must've been drunk when she admitted this to her own daughter LOL.
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