Italian men love me.
Or, rather, my hair.
They say that being blonde makes me a “delicacy”, as there aren’t any natural blondes around here (I’m not natural either, but whatever). It’s obviously not just me, as all American girls are “di rara bellezza” (sought after as a luxury). For this reason, I have made it my journalistic mission to discover Italian male fascination with American females.
According to Georgio (A friend I made at a bar) it is for the following reasons:
1) We have less piercings
2) We have softer features
3) We don’t dye our hair as much
4) We smile more
5) We are more natural overall
6) We don’t complain as often
He didn’t know how to explain this last one, but clapped his fingers up and down like a barking dog saying “I don’t like this club, I am too cold, I want to go home”, while making a mean face. So they bitch a lot, I say, and he nods “yes, yes, you understand”. Clearly he hasn’t been to California before.
And to the right is my specimen,Georgio. The blonde hair obviously has enough convincing power to make them do silly things they don't understand, like throwing up a sorority symbol. But maybe then they're just comfortable enough with their masculinity they wouldn't take much convincing anyways ;)
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