Dating in italian
), shoes shined to perfection, wearing crisp blue Armani suits and brown leather dress shoes, or perhaps a Patagonia vest over a buttown down dress shirt, pants, and loafers on a more casual day.
This is the “midtown uniform” (no seriously…there is an entire Instagram account dedicated to the midtown uniform), and it will haunt you in your sleep. A general “richer-than-thou-and-therefore-better-than-thou” demeanor. A sense of entitlement and belief that they can get away with anything because their crap doesn’t stink.
I am an easy going woman that need a fresh start , with a real taking care, kind man, to respect each other, and to share a peaceful nice life but not in Italy!!!
I tend to really empathize with my single friends out there – especially my single friends living in New York City.
My first date in Italy, I was picked up on the back of a Vespa by a charming Italian who plied me with pastries, took me on a tour of the city of Florence at night, and ended the evening dancing at a popular nightclub. “Yes, we love peanut butter; no, we don’t eat steak for every meal; yes, we do eat eggs for breakfast but not every day; and unlike in Italy, we aren’t stuck listening to ’80s American pop/rock so no I don’t know that band.” Even when you agree you’re going to split the next check. If you’re on a first date (and usually a second or third), the gentleman will somehow always find a way to pay.
Our second date was an elaborate dinner of Florence’s speciality ~ ~ at a local restaurant, drinks on the steps of Piazzale Michelangelo, and a nighttime drive up to the city of Fiesole, which overlooks the sparkling city of Florence laid out along the Arno River. I suppose that first date conversations are generally always the same, to some extent. I’m not saying this is exclusive to only Italy, that chivalry is dead in the US, or that ladies offer to and actually follow through with splitting the check or even treating.
I suppose the negative to this is that you generally know in Italy if a guy is interested or not, whereas in New York, it can sometimes feel like a guessing game (because remember, #options). At first I found these conversations to be interesting, but later on I more often than not found myself bored saying the same things over and over again.
This place is notorious for being a particularly difficult city in which to date, in part because of the paradox of choice: we have so choice, that we inevitably shrug off a good person because there are seemingly endless amounts of other people out there to choose from.
Add to that the anonymity of “connecting” with a person in the form of their online persona, and people tend to forget that there is a person behind the screen that they are texting to.
There are definitely some differences in dating culture – and I don’t just mean the stereotypical “machismo” that we hear about (though that certainly does exist in the , to some extent). Then step out onto any street corner in Italy and within 10 minutes, you will face a stream of “You’re so beautiful, where are you from?
This list is by NO MEANS complete or scientific, just my musings on what I perceive to be some of the biggest differences on what it’s like to date in Italy versus NYC. ” and “Oh wow, .” I’ll never forget the time when I was 19 and fresh off the plane, walking through the San Lorenzo market, when one of the vendors (who quite probably was not an Italian, though I didn’t know any better at the time) said “Excuse me, miss!