What is it about Italian men?

by Rebecca Bricker on September 27, 2012

Especially the ones who undress you with their smoldering eyes?

<<<This guy’s eyes seemed to follow me down the street and he was just a face on a poster!

The first things I notice about a man are his eyes and his smile. The light of a soul shines through the eyes and the smile. (When you feel the pull of a black hole, best not to linger.)

What is it about Italian guys? Like this one>>>

…who turn heads just walking down the street eating pizza.


Italian men are a blend of Romeo and rogue, fire and ice (especially when their egos are bruised).

The best of them sing to you and kiss your hand. They might tell you a story that’s more false than true. But at the end of the day, will it matter all that much?

<<<Charming Rosario served a dessert he made called “diet cake,” claiming he forgot the sugar.

“What’s that white stuff on top?” I asked skeptically.

“Oh that is nothing.”

And for a moment, I believed him.




So what is it about Italian men?


When this man passed me on the road, on his beautiful horse, I would have taken a ride with him anywhere.

Something about his eyes and smile. 😉







Thom September 27, 2012 at 6:22 pm

Sounds like someone needs a cold shower.

Rebecca Bricker September 28, 2012 at 1:40 am

What is it about American men? 😉

Thom September 28, 2012 at 12:00 pm

Oh we sing to our women, and dance too. We eat pizza, with our mouths closed. We don’t forget the sugar. And, when it comes to the guy on the horse – I’d have stopped and gaped as well. I wonder, when the Italian men become as familiar to you, will the bloom fall from the rose? The exotic always allures, doesn’t it? Enjoy your yourself, and keep writing about it. It’s provocative, fun, and fascinating.

Jackie Lamothe September 30, 2012 at 1:11 am

The cadence of their voices as they tell you you are beautiful. The fire of deep passion in their eyes. The clever and adorable way their English improves with every sentence once they meet you.
It’s getting hot in here.

Rebecca Bricker September 30, 2012 at 2:01 am

Veramente! When is your next trip to Italy? I’d love to meet up.

Karla September 30, 2012 at 9:44 am

That guy on the horse reminds me of Bill Kettell. Maybe he is going to take over the horse training for Brigitte while she has her hip replacement. By the way, I think Kettell was shortened from Ketelli; you’ll have to check with sweet William to find out. Keep writing and I hope to see you in Italy in the next few years.

Caroline OConnell October 4, 2012 at 7:36 am

Great write-up. Clever and evocative.

Micky Rossi November 20, 2013 at 9:24 pm

This is simple to explain actually, in that Italian people are a complex mixture of different nationalities and races rolled into a single culture. A culture that exemplifies and promotes beauty and the arts. A people who have their own rendition of life Where aesthetics is the most important attribute one can obtain and there’s a fanatic perfectionism ingrained in all Italians to to keep it that way. One can say that God created Italians for this very purpose.

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