Dating in italian
By month 4 he was whisking me away to the island of Sardinia to spend a long weekend with his family. But I’ve definitely been on my fair share of dates in NY where splitting the check is a given, or the guy pays for dinner with the caveat of “you can treat us to drinks after,” or – the worst case scenario – the guy has invited you to dinner AFTER you split drinks, and then asks you to fork over your half when the bill arrives.If you’re doing the inviting, you should at least offer to pay – leave it up to the lady to offer to split.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 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.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.
I wish I could say it wasn’t true, but more often than not…it is.It’s funny, because you see men in Italy dressed a HECK of a lot better than men in New York and yet…the Italians don’t seem to make a big deal out of it.Perhaps because a well-dressed aesthetic is simply a part of the national culture and not something that distinguishes the “elegant urbanite” from the “country bumpkin.” Just speculating, of course…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!