In the article, I suggest that in the Italian dating arena, we poor American men are severely handicapped—even totally disqualified—by our post-feminism sensitivities and political-correctness. We open doors, engage in smart conversation, avoid sexual innuendo, and never assume that an invitation for dinner or a drink is any more than just that.What’s worse, we don’t even realize what we’re doing wrong. Silly us, we thought that our All-American charm and goodwill leftover from World War II would instantly ingratiate us with those belle ragazze.Italians love family Italians are still linked to the concept of family and they love spending time with their wives and children.
Let’s see if we can put this game of cat and mouse in stereotypical perspective.
American men come to Italy to meet a nice Italian girl, only they’ve misjudged the peril and they lack the necessary skills to compete, so they are largely ignored or perhaps even mocked for their naivety.
Super nice guy; friendly, well-groomed, successful career—the whole meatball.
He was in Rome for a few months on a very specific mission: to meet and eventually marry a nice Italian girl.
Meanwhile our competition—the smooth-talking, Prada-wearing Italiano—has all the advantages when it comes to both the local girls and female expats.