Ah yes, the menfolk are alive and well endowed here. In true Italian form, they can be found leering on the streets, loitering in the piazzas and even hanging around in the fountains. When they aren’t just gazing disdainfully down their Roman noses at everyone...
they engage in manly things like severing heads...
smiting foes with clubs...
and killing off the few remaining goat-people.
Of course they have truly impressive features. With seventeen feet (relax girls, that’s their height, not their thingamajigs) of statuesque marbleness, it’s not always clear where to look—or, er, how to look like you’re not looking when you really ARE looking. Luckily I’m a fast learner and use the following techniques for maximum discretion:
a) wear large sunglasses
b) put the honker zoom lense on the camera
c) pretend I’m an art critic and scribble madly while apraising David
Some of the most attractive Italian men are the small ones and can be found eating gelato on the street…
while others energetically fix things.
