Somehow I am under the impression that EXPERIENCE is the key word here, and that those relating their adventures with Italian males are the ones lacking it most.
What kind of man have you encountered, River? Was it an Italian in Italy (have you only ever been to the Beautiful Peninsula, if only on vacation?)? An Italian in England? Or just an Englishman of Italian descent?
And if that one episode was enough for you to form a definite opinion on the entire male population of Italy, should I take for granted that all English females fall into the same category as those blondish geordie or scouce women all red in the face and wearing flashy overtight tops revealing their fat belly that one can admire on Italy's beaches and in its art cities every summer and who by the way seem so eager to get lucky with the first Italian mummy boy they run into?