Who knew?
I certainly didn’t. That was one reputation that I didn’t know we Americans had to live up to (or live down.) So I suppose I’ve been a failure to my people, or maybe I just need to drink more and get with the program. But with all the young men with plucked, over-arched eyebrows and waxed chests I saw, coupled with the overdose of cologne, lots of extraneous zippers and buckles on clothing, phony Versace belts (though the knock-offs seem more restrained than the real ones), and a staggering amount of hair gel that would be more than sufficient for anyone except Chewbacca, I think it might take more than a few glasses of wine to get anyone to put out for one of those giovani uomini on the prowl in Rome.
