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Drink up: with the recently single filmmaker. I know the time because the duomo, candy-coloured and resplendent behind us, has struck the hour, and I realise I have just heard the death knell of my blind date. The crowd seems young and knowing. Last month she was interviewed about the sexual antics of Italian men and caused a furore when she revealed that — gasp — Italian men were not the wining-dining romantics we believed them to be.
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We are standing — Stefano, a 34-year-old artist, and I — outside Princi café in the posh Brera district, watching a couple, entwined like pretzels, feed each other ice cream. I know the time because the duomo, candy-coloured and resplendent behind us, has struck the hour, and I realise I have just heard the death knell of my blind date. On paper, it should have been successful — he suggested Brera, a pretty, pedestrian-friendly mesh of private galleries, cafés and posh shops, because it lends itself to wandering arm in arm. Shallow, I know, but a dog-eat-dog world. I blame myself — all the photos on his profile were taken from his right side. This is a fairly new business that sees tourists log on to the smartphone dating app on holiday, which is as seedy as it sounds. Tinder is a global success story. Every day, as the founders recently told the New York Times, the app makes more than a billion matches. Still, Tinder has its advantages: provided you arrange quick meet-ups and keep your standards low, you can cram several encounters into one day. Photograph: Federica Lazza I am staying at Palazzo Parigi, a cappuccino-coloured palace of a hotel on the corner of Brera, which is where I arrange to meet Fabio for a coffee. Parigi has recently been renovated to a state of frankly absurd luxury. Flower arrangements teeter on every surface. Then I see him, on the terrace. I quickly text an excuse and get the hell out. Later, fate gets its own back. I make a plan to meet a filmmaker over an aperitivo at the Sheraton, in an up-and-coming district near Navigli famous for its nightlife, and steel myself with a negroni at the infamously experimental Nottingham Forest bar. On first sight of Fabio, I am buoyed. Fit, I think, and after a chat funny! Exhausted, I get in touch with Ilaria Perrone, a 31-year-old Italian blogger, for some guidance. Ilaria has been blogging about sex and love for two years and has become quite a figure on the Milanese scene. Last month she was interviewed about the sexual antics of Italian men and caused a furore when she revealed that — gasp — Italian men were not the wining-dining romantics we believed them to be. They wanted one-night stands. They had desires and fetishes. But, as Ilaria explains, the problem is that women are catching up. Talking tactics: with blogger Ilaria Perrone. Photograph: Federica Lazza Now I love Italy and Italians, and refuse to tar an entire nation. But I also once dated an Italian man and have seen the difficulties. I met Fabrizio in 2006 in Turin, where he was a barman and asked me out. I, taken aback Fabrizio was crazy handsome , agreed. First date: in an erroneous move, I ordered An Alcoholic Drink and Fabrizio informed me that I had a drink problem. Inexplicably, I agreed to a second date. Fabrizio told me I had beautiful eyes and we kissed. On the third date I invited him back to mine. Ilaria is not surprised at my story. This is most obvious in Milan, due in part to the boom of women in high-powered professions. This is where the young come to pull. These two women have a plan to teach me to pull Italian men, so we sit and drink and wait for a couple of hours, completely untroubled by admirers. We make eyes at guys, but no dice. Big groups of loud, well-dressed artistic types sharing plates of linguine spill out on to the pavement. The streets teem with übers and fixies. Over some pretty exquisite linguine alla vongole, I tell them about my fabulously crap day on Tinder. When I finish my story and await their pity, Marianna rolls her eyes. Tinder seems to mystify Italians. Ilaria says that apparently Italian men on Tinder are three times as likely to swipe left — ie signal their interest — than women. But very few actually follow through with dates. Drink up: with the recently single filmmaker. Outside, we loiter, drink and giggle. The crowd seems young and knowing. But then cocktails, late nights, and nightlife with an edge all make up a growing scene in Milan. They are not like the women I grew up with — my mother, people like that. Double rooms at the Sheraton Diana Majestic Milan start at £134. The Leading Hotels of the World offers stays at Palazzo Parigi Milan from £512 per room For more inside tips, advice and holiday ideas, go to.
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