But it’s all in good fun so it goes with the territory.
As for date conversation, English at a good level is not as widespread as you might think in Rome.
The truth is, we don’t have the slightest clue of what’s going on right in front of us.
Case in point: last summer I met your typical Italian-American goombah at an aperitivo on the Isola one night.
The boldness of Italian men can make turning them down a bit tricky.
I turned down many advances from my first Italian boss until he finally gave up after I refused to go to the opera with him (I was tempted though, the Opera House in Rome is to die for! My job remained and the situation finally ended, but it had gone on for months.
Super nice guy; friendly, well-groomed, successful career—the whole meatball.