Cupids Dating Blog

All the stories you've heard about beautiful Italian women are true. My Italian sweety was absolutely gorgeous, very caring and fun and there's no way I can forget that she was a great lover. We had a really special bond and everything seemed to be going the right way, until she told me that she wanted me to meet her parents.

To say I was nervous would be like saying that Richard Simmons comes across as slightly gay. I was petrified, but not for any real reasons, but instead because of the stereotypical preconception I had of Italian parents. She had mentioned a few weeks before that her parents had been a bit strict when she was growing up. I used that and just about every movie I had seen that involved Italian parents as the basis for my paranoia.

I decided that no matter what I would be in their eyes the perfect match for their daughter. I started looking for a better job, woke up early, went to bed early and even tried going to church, once that is (for an agnostic, it's not the easiest thing to do). Finally, it was showtime!

I didn't quite charm her parents, but they thought I was nice though a bit vanilla, but most importantly, I was acceptable. Turns out they weren't scary at all, just regular parents. I felt a bit silly for all the trouble I had gone through, but now that was in the past. I went home with the hot sweety I was so happy to be with while sporting a big smile on my face.

The next day Carina dumped me. Turns out that while I was trying to be the ideal man for her parents, I had bored my Italian sweety to the point where she couldn't stand being around me. In vain, I even mentioned that she had just introduced me to her parents.

"Don't worry," she said, "they'll get over you."

Problem is, I knew I wouldn't get over her.