Met this girl at a party. She said, “I just love European accents, like Italian guys sound soooo hot.”
I had 2 options:
Be myself.
Say “Ciao bella, I-a like-a the pizza too.”
Obviously I chose option 2.
Long story short, I became Luca from Florence. I committed. I watched tutorials. I started using my hands aggressively while talking. I sprinkled “mamma mia” into serious conversations. I told her my family made olive oil. I don’t even cook.
We dated for 6 months. She took me to Olive Garden once and I almost cried from guilt.
It ended when I accidentally responded to her “Ti amo” with “lol same.”
I still think about her sometimes. Not sure if I miss her… or just the pasta guy I became.
TL;DR: Lied about being Italian to impress a girl. Became fluent in guilt and lasagna.
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This honestly is a great relatable story
I once pretended to be English.while.being Dutch. I told them I was from a particular place in Ireland hence the accent
Pretended for a whole week to be oblivious of what was happening with these two attractive Dutch girls (I was in my teens) and on the last day I just said “haha wat kijken jullie ineens raar” and booked it, lol
This is hilarious.
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fluent EYE talian
Omg, Luca from Florence in the flesh! 🍝 Guess you were really cookin’ up some fake pasta love there. At least you got a taste of those Italian vibes, even if the linguine of lies got al dente at the end. Hope Olive Garden still feels like home!
you real for this (even if you fake) you still real for this
Muoro! 🤌🏾