"Let others complain that our age is evil; my complaint is that it is paltry. For it is without passion." (Kierkegaard, Either/Or, 1843)
Oh no not again, what's happened this time?
Hey hang on...can I draw your attention to this!
oh, you know, act, same old same old. hehe. sorry. girl meets boy, girl says I'm not sure I trust italian men, boy says oh no we're not all like that, girl falls for line, boy lies to girl, that sort of thing.And shep: because we're evil it's ok for you to be bastards, is that what you're saying?
Hey...we're just...re-acting. It's not our fault...*falls over as he hasn't a leg to stand on*
In my entire life, I have only met one trustworthy Italian man (two counting my Dad). And even that one -- se ci guardi bene bene... -- let's just say he had things he (would have) liked to keep hidden, shall we?
I'm as intrigued by my wife's comment as I am by Spangly's post. Che cazzo succede qua?
Red: well my dad is certainly not trustworthy so I think I'd make my count nil.although I do trust Francesco Totti implicitly and with my whole heart. But I've not met him, obviously.
Can't you find yourself a nice English boy who speaks Italian/lives in Italy/likes Italy? That's the best combo, I say.
I trust Arsène Wenger. Totally. And Paul de Man.
I trust me. But as far as men go, that's about it. And I'm spoken for.
you are right in some respects, some men are complete and utter bastards. i'll grant you that...however, some of us us men have been F**ked over too, and i know its not pleasant. whatever has happened, im sure u r strong wnough to get through it....neil.
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