The Five Stages of Dating an Italian Man

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.  

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.  In my (very limited) experience, dating an Italian is like staring in your very own soap opera.  Sometimes exciting, but mostly just full of eye-rolling moments.  

Take my most recent Casanova for example:

Stage One: Romantic “meet-cute”

I was wandering around the canal district of Milan looking for a low-key place to grab dinner and maybe a few drinks.  I normally have *very* good luck when picking a restaurant in a new city.  Sometimes it takes a bit of looking, but I pretty much always find the perfect place.  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.  I am not kidding you when I say that this place had the worst food I have eaten my entire time in Italy.  Really, it was the worst.  

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.  We talked for a little while and then the cute rugged guy asked me to dance.  There was music, but no one was dancing.  I said yes and before I knew it a party had exploded around us and everyone was dancing.  Pretty freaking cute right?

By the end of the night he had slipped his bracelet onto my wrist and we’d made plans to meet the next day, and then the next weekend, and so on.  

Adorable.

 

Stage Two: Inappropriate Professions of Love

Do you know what is not adorable?  Being told “I Love You” by someone you just met a week earlier.  Kind of makes a mockery of the sentiment, you know?  I would also like to point out that I barely speak enough Italian to make myself understood and he speaks no english, so there is a very real limit to how much we can communicate with each other.  There were no five-hour long conversations about our hopes and dreams.  No deep, soul-baring confessionals.  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.  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.

 

Stage Three: The Green-Eyed Monster

On top of the inappropriate professions of love, there are also the rages of jealousy.  When I didn’t answer a text right away I got the passive-aggressive “Excuse me, I can see that you too busy to answer so I won’t bother you anymore” text (in Italian of course, which doesn’t make it anymore charming).  When I told him that I liked him but he was putting too much pressure on me he gave me the cold shoulder, which was the breaking point for me.  

*Please forgive me for getting on my dating soapbox, but I feel like I have to say this: Ladies, if anyone ever tries to emotionally punish you for knowing and maintaining your boundaries RUN AWAY. A man that doesn’t respect your boundaries will always be trouble. *

 

Stage Four: The Dramatic Goodbye

You can see where I am going with this right?

My grasp of Italian is not great, but I am pretty sure he told me that the bracelet he gave me for good luck would now bring me bad luck.  Because we can’t just agree that we are incompatible, right?  Now we have to start handing out curses? 

 

Stage Five: The Post-Drama Overtures 

So, a week goes by and I get a text from the charming Italian.  Do you know what it says?

“Prrrrrrr”

Really.  I have no words.

 

I am sure stuff like this happens with men in every country, but it feels somehow exaggerated here in Italy.  I can fully admit that I have a dramatic streak and I do like a little flair in a relationship, but shenanigans like this make me yearn for the kind of courtships you find in Jane Austen novels.  I could do with a lot more Mr. Darcy and a lot less Casanova right now.  

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

12 Responses to The Five Stages of Dating an Italian Man

  1. anna mosca says:

    Well done, stay clear of guys like that one! Dating in Italy can be very beautiful (not this time for you, sorry) but it can be very painful too in the end. So be on guard and enjoy the rest until you meet a true guy.

    • Erica says:

      Such good advice! I might need you to shout that advice over and over at me every time I meet a gorgeous Italian man that feels like he might be bad news!

  2. lizbert1 says:

    I feel your pain, I think I may have stumbled on a similar chap this week. Multiple texts, then a call to see why I’ve not replied! Its full on but adorable in equal measure!

  3. Zara says:

    well written,i really enjoyed this.:-) the greek men are just the same LOL…. Im from scandinavia and the scandinavian men are more cold and less drmatic,i prefer cold over urning hot like the medeteranien men. But they look great tho.Italian men are georgious,but is it woth the drama? 😉

  4. slim says:

    I recently met an Italian man, he appears to be very nice but I am taking it very, very slow because to me, a man will be a man. My mother always told me it takes a man to try and a real woman to always say NO.

  5. Ekena says:

    English men are even worse!!! And ugly!

  6. Hmmm…. Not my experience at all. My Italian 12 years younger, extremely good looking and Sicilian by birth, I have to say is nothing short of charming, and dedicated. I have put him through years of stress due to my single woman mentality. He just has very high standards in everything, takes it all slowly, but he got there in the end with “Its because you do these things that I love you”. We have had lots of ups and down, split, moved into different areas but we are back together again with a more simplistic relationship of understanding each other and accepting our differences causing less stress and more harmony. Lesson to be learnt….. understand the Italian people and especially the Sicilian men, try to get them to understand your culture, in my case English. We are so different culturally, and when I understood this it all began to fall into place, and as he said at the beginning we need to compromise, this bit I think he sometimes forgets but I know through it all he has my interest at heart and often tells me that he would do anything for me. All said, we girls just know if its right, go with your heart and take your time.

  7. I just met another Italian! That’s three this year… or rather last year. I still love this post esp the bit about handing out curses haha.

    hoping you have a more successful dating life this year 🙂

  8. Erica says:

    Thank you! I still can’t seem to learn my lesson with Italian men!

  9. Ver says:

    Just had my first date with an Italian man. The date was great and the good night kiss was awesome. Do I need to be worried about any of that stuff above?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s