Here in the great Midwest, we Eyetalians are seen as kinda exotic. Folks think we're passionate and always exploding with emotion, the opposite of the staid Norwegian stereotype. (I once saw a snack called "Hot Dago on a Stick" at the MN State Fair, but I won't elaborate on my reaction.)
Anyway, I like being Italian, and being married to one. Even though I once swore I'd never marry an Italian. I also swore I'd never read romance novels.
So I ask you:
Which Italian guys are all that and a bag of cannoli?
Fabio? Andrea Boccelli? James Gandolfini? Canta, Bellas!
Encore! The guy in the photo is my husband, Dave, and I'm glad you can finally meet him. We're very happy together. He can't keep his hands off of me and is very demanding sexually.
Encore due! The guy in the photo is actually Italian actor John Battaglia. So sue me.