Ilaria Perrone, sex columnist for Grazia.it, the go-to magazine for the “It” girls of Milan, has given up on dating. But if you want to see him again, you have to wait. I know in New York you do the other things first, then sex after, but here we think blow jobs are more private than sex.
“Italian men are romantic but they are also liars,” she told New York sex columnist Maureen O’Connor in the latest entry in Italy in 30 Days’ Exchange Rates conversation series. ” And don’t even get her started on the shortage of cunnilingus slang. It can be very difficult, because in Italy men date because they want to have sex. If you go with a boy in Milan, you know 90 percent of the time, you will be with him that night. I used to talk with friends who lived in USA, and they tell me, “We go on real dates. You can have sex with a condom on a first date, but oral sex is more complicated. When you live with your parents, when you live with the Pope and the church, it’s difficult to change your mind so quickly. In this country, men can do whatever they want because they are men, they are like this, they need sex, they need affairs. K., girls use Tinder, so here in Milan they get dates with Italian men that way.
And when men gather over beers to speak of past encounters, there’s almost always one they can’t forget.
Five of these include: 1) Food, Glorious Food No one cooks quite like the fine folk of Italy and chances are your Italian beau (or gal) will know a thing or two about what is supposed to go down in the kitchen (unlike, for hypothetical instance, his Australian lady counterpart who considers unburnt toast to be a great culinary achievement).
As Huffington Post US asserted earlier in the year, "clearly, Italians are just better at life than the rest of us".
Skyping from Milan, Perrone explained the hazards of dick-centric dating and swearing. I meet him on Tinder and we go out to dinner.” And the men would say, “The American girls are so free! If those women never give oral sex, do they still receive it? But it doesn’t have its own word, I think because it’s taboo. I think there are two kinds of men, one that thinks this is not macho and doesn’t like it, and one that really likes it. Italy had protest and revolutions in the ‘60s, just as they did in the USA and U. Particularly in the south, you would hear people say about Berlusconi, “He had a lot of women and that’s good! I have friends who tell me it’s not so easy to get Italian girls to go on dates with Tinder; they have to be pushed.
It’s easy to take them home and have sex with them, but with you Italian girls, it’s not so easy.” At least, that’s what they say; I don’t know if it’s real. They treat you like a princess, and the next day they disappear. You know, I was discussing this during dinner with a friend of mine recently. Our casual terms for We also have different words for men and women masturbating each other. If you use your hand on a man, it’s sega, which is also the thing you do when you cut a tree, saw. Men who have a lot of women are real men.”The opposite. A lot of women become obsessed with finding marriage. But American girls are easier because they are here on holiday.
Don't let misguided tourist experiences fool you, Italy is pretty fabulous for more than just its spectacular scenery.
And indeed, according to 2014 reports in newspaper La Repubblica, more and more young Italians are flocking to London in search of work. There are a multitude of reasons to consider dating a lad or lady of the Italian persuasion right now.
And the women were glowing – not just from the Mediterranean sun, but from the obvious attention they were getting from the men! I have never seen men dress like this in my entire life. “They will tell you the most incredible stories about themselves.. Just to win your heart and get you into bed.” Indeed, an hour after professing his undying love for me, Mario the dentist tried to hit on my 22-year-old friend.
I began growing more intrigued by the handsome species that seemed so quick to conquer women’s hearts. White jeans, perfectly pressed shirts, crispy pastel blazers, pocket squares… While we generally failed on the Capri dating scene, my girlfriend did manage to have an experience in Napoli with a lovely police officer names Giuseppe. Although we got through that evening’s dramatics, his love for me faded about a day after I left Rome.
In Italy it is totally different, we have sex first.