Smitten for the Italian men

So, I cant help but fall in love with every Italian man that I have the pleasure of getting to know. First, I thought it was just because they have the nice accent but it turns out that there is something that the Italian men are full of (not shit) and American men simply lack. They have charm. And you don’t know charm until you meet a true Italian man. I don’t think I have met a man who made me feel more beautiful and smart than an Italian man.

So far I have fallen in love with 3 men. No, I don’t mean real love, more smitten. The first would be the obvious Renato. He’s just an all around great guy. Seriously, the kind of guy you would take home to mom. He has his smart ass moments, which I love because I love someone who can get with me on my level. But in general he is very sweet and gentleman-like. When we were at that conference he was sure to carry the things to the table and ask me what I wanted to drink. He held the door for me and always said after you. Che carino.

Number two: Maurizio. He is my Italian professor. He’s the perfect combination of funny, smart, sweet, and hardass. He and I have all kinds of conversations about some of the other students in front of them, and its never anything terribly mean but also not terribly nice either. It’s fun because they have no idea and I get to see the more human side of him. We always joke around in class and he always points to the door like I can leave but he’s never serious. Trust me, he’s never serious. Each time he points, he immediately smiles and gives a little chuckle. Che buffo.

Third: Mario. Yes, that is the most Italian name in the whole word next to Marcello or Andrea. This guy is fantastico. He’s my photography professor. And he and I click on the level that he is really, really, ridiculously smart. He’s going to school for astrophysics or something like that. And he speaks English pretty well but he makes funny little mistakes. Its always fun correcting him. We always joke about his English. I’m always telling him that he speaks really well and he always says that I’m just “making fun with him”, yes, with him. I have his class late in the evening so he always says, “I’m too tired to speak English. Parliamo italiano.” I love how we speak a mixture of the two languages.

Now, don’t any of you go freaking out thinking that I’m shagging up with one of my professors cause I’m not. I know my limits and like I said, I’m not really in love with these guys, just the idea of these guys. I will come home the same good girl that I was when I left, no worries.