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My parents set me up with unrealistic expectations of romance.
Don’t get me wrong, Vincent and Angela Festino are wonderful genitori.
Of course, I forgot my umbrella and got caught in an afternoon spring shower, thus causing my hair to transform from glossy and bouncy to frizzy and sad. And this drink here,” he motioned to a listing on the menu, “says it has amaro in it.
By the time I walked into the Liberty Hotel to meet my date that evening, I was convinced he was going to turn out to be a serial killer. After 30 minutes of fidgeting, compulsively checking my phone, and flirting with the waiter, Antonio walked into the restaurant. I’m pretty sure that amaro means ‘love’ in Italian…
After a few awkward moments, Antonio suggested we order drinks. Case closed.” We went on to make small talk and eventually our drinks came.
I was the first to arrive, so I sat at a table and tried not to fidget. Well, a heavier, balder, older version of the Antonio I was expecting walked into the restaurant, leading me to the conclusion that the pictures I had seen online were from 1998. so I’m guessing this drink is sweet, just like me.” He winked; I suppressed a shudder. You might want to try something else.” I tried to say this as amiably as possible, but I’m certain a bit of surly crept into my voice.
My date did not exactly apologize for being late, but rather explained that as an attorney he was often getting stuck at work and this tardiness was an authentic “Antonio experience” and I should “get used to it” if we were going to be together. All I could do was cock my head and stare — unintentionally imitating a cabbage. “No, Danielle, it means ‘love’,” his tone was clipped and left no room for argument, “and that is what I’m going to get to mark our first date.
It was early on a Sunday morning two years ago that I was telling a recent tale of woe and heartbreak to my mother. When you least expect it, your special star will come. Be patient — there are plenty of fish in the sea.” “But I only catch guppies! If you are single, and you are not managing your personal brand — “winking” at folks and setting up coffee dates — well then, you just don’t want it bad enough. So I was back in the game and going to meet Antonio* for dinner. Upon waking up that morning, I realized too late I was out of coffee.She was making gravy and the comforting smell of onions and olive oil filled the house. Un-caffeinated and out of sorts, I smeared deodorant on my shirt (but didn’t find out until I was already on the bus).I miei filled my childhood with hugs, Nutella and Totò Cutugno sing-a-longs in the car.My parents’ love for me knows no limits, and their love for each other is truly the stuff Lifetime holiday movies are made of. And at the very least, you can tell him about your plan to sneak Simmenthal back into the US.” She had a point.In the meantime, you just have to take my word for it: my parents’ saga has left me somewhat ill-prepared for the realities of the dating world. ” as if I was on a new diet, learning sign language, or finally watching Parks and Recreation.
While their whirlwind romance not only leaves you feeling warm and gooey inside—come un cornetto con cioccolato—it unfortunately also establishes completely skewed ideas about fate, kindred spirits and l’amore. “It doesn’t sound like you had much in common with this guy anyway. It turns out that online dating is a sort of litmus test these days. In any case, I decided that I wanted what my parents have and was willing to broadcast it online in order to get it.