They definitely have a section 8 level of class about them, as witnessed just moments ago by moi outside my bedroom window.
There are a few differences between a boyfriend/girlfriend fight in North Carolina and the kind that they have here in Boston.
In Charlotte you might hear...
GF (sniffle, sniffle) "But BRAAAD, I LOOOVE you SOOO MUCH! I never meant to hurt you"
In Boston it would translate to
GF (Hysterical crying and yelling) "Tony, you FUCKING ASSHOLE, who the FUCK do you think you ARE, YOU THINK SHE's BETTER THAN ME? FUCK OFF you Piece of Shit I will FUCKING KILL YOU ASSHOLE!"
In Charlotte you can hear the girlfriend's sincerity, whether the fight at hand is her fault or not, she accepts the blame. She admits faults even if her fault is that she reacted too harshly, because a Charlotte girlfriend's worst fear is loosing the boyfriend and being all alone. Forever.
In Boston the girlfriend will NEVER accept fault. Even if, in all fairness, she is wrong. She is not. At least in her eyes. That is why her tone and demeanor is more aggressive and verbal. She feels as though if she keeps yelling and cussing right through it that eventually he will cave and be the one to ask for forgiveness. The problem is when the boyfriend is Italian because they just don't give a fuck. They know that the girl likes them so much that she will get it all out of her system and then when nobody is watching will come crawling back. The italian men here have a "go fuck yourself" mentality, and it really works in their favor. Although the girlfriend will cuss him out until she is "through" with him, she will stay away long enough to have a celebratory night with her girlfriends where they swap stories over martini's and talk about how small his dick was ANYWAY. (this happens, even though you know that at the end of THIS night she will call him for angry break up sex, at the VERY least).
Everybody loves and Italian Boy.
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I can't find the kudos button, but I wanted to give you kudos. Thanks for the giggle...
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