You really need to ask? Tsk, tsk, m’ poor naive, young man.
Ack! Why, what’s wrong with Italian mums?! Her mother’s actually in Sardinia and is hence a safe distance away, but you’ve got me worried now!
I think they’re suggesting that you’d find out what she’ll look like in 30 years.
Ignore them. They’re jealous!
(sings) “Bibliovore and hot Italian chick, sittin’ in a tree…”
looks at all the different locations in here Looks like twickster’s the first yank to post here. Interesting…very very interesting.
Interesting in what way? Sorry if I’m being dense, but that significant? 
It’s a holiday over here, which might explain the interesting part. Either that or the use of the word “scores” in the title - which I took to mean that you got some (but I swear, that’s not at all why I clicked on the thread. Really. I’m not at all interested in other people’s sex lives.)
Otherwise, I dunno.
There’s also the “Italian mother” stereotype - loud, overbearing, pushy…
Nice one Bib. She’s a lucky woman. Just don’t tell her you’re a PowerPuff Girls fan.
I must say, I’ve always HATED when a guy asks if he may kiss me, but this is the most charming way to do so that I’ve ever heard. I’m nearly swooning. Sweet, and romantic.
May I just give you a totally free no-strings-attached compliment, Bib?
You have lovely teeth.
There, I said it.
Now, you and your petite signora can go off and dance the cha cha TOGETHER until you’re hearts are joined as one.
Awwwwww…
By the way, I met my husband, a fine upstanding type guy, on-line, so these things do sometimes work out.
Anahita - Someone once said I had great teeth as well. Found it curious and left me feeling like I needed to be saddled.
Bibliovore - I can only recount my (two) eerily similar experiences of that Latin limb of the body feminine. They were both like a radical ecstasy trip: huge, overpowering, all-consuming, all-senses-at-max, immense fun and pumping with adrenalin.
But, wow, is there a protracted downer at the end. . big ups, big downs. But maybe it won’t happen. Maybe this is it, and forever ! I hope so, and besides, you deserve it for putting yourself on the emotional line again. I do wish you well.
And while it might be a little early for you (to think about the mother) you can bet your last lira the phone lines between here and sunny Milano (or wherever) will be or already are buzzing with news; my advice, hoover the flat and put some extra milk in the fridge.
p.s. Fwiw, I didn’t think of the looking-like-her-mother thing because, I’ve never been entirely convinced I won’t look like someone’s mother 25 years from now, or less.
Miss Gypsy - I wasn’t really too sure whther I could just go for a kiss and get away with it, so I figured the most polite thing I could do was ask…but I’m glad it worked, and I’m glad it came across as charming and romantic rather than old-fashioned and stuffy.
Anahita - Do you mean I have a lovely smile, or do you mean my teeth are pretty cute in and of themselves? Do I have sexy premolars and charming incisors? 
Just kidding, love. I appreciate the compliment, and I must also say that you’ve got lovely eyes. Must be the Persian ancestry. I’m from that part of the world myself (pretty close, anyway), so I know a great pair of eyes when I see 'em.
London calling - As far as I can gather, she hasn’t told her mum about me yet in an effort to forestall the inevitable barrage of well-meaning questions for as long as possible. I really hope it does work out, though. Thanks for the well-wishes.
Both actually. First thing I noticed about you, in fact.
Wow! Bibliovore is a real live cutie and isn’t being paid to say that! Wee.
I must say, though, I can’t for the life of me think of ‘that part of the world’ you could possibly be from. Greek? Armenian? No clue.
Give us a hint, wouldja?
Let’s just say that if I boarded a plane for the US, my ethnicity would earn me some extra scrutiny from the authorities. Not that I’ve ever been in any trouble, you understand (cough, cough), just that I’d fit the profile, so to speak.
You’re not interested in being more specific or you want me to guess?
Pakistan? Lebanese? Were you born in this place or is it just where your ancestors are from? I need to know!
Trust me, having ‘Tehran, Iran’ appear on your Place of Birth on a passport isn’t the best way to get through the immigration line quickly either.
Ah, what the heck, I’ll just come right out and say it!
I’m an Arab and a Muslim, originally born in Tripoli, Libya, but they made the mistake of allowing me into the UK when I was about 3, and I’ve been here ever since.
I often get a few raised eyebrows when I tell people, because I don’t look much like your stereotypical Arab. People are always guessing that I’m either Italian or Spanish because I’m olive-skinned rather than dark and hirsute like my bretheren from the penninsula…
You know, I think this is actually the first time I’ve been open about my ethnicity and religion on the boards. I guess I’ve just been trying to avoid all the preconceptions and stereotypical baggage that come with the words “Arab” and “Muslim”.
Anyhoo, less about me and more about my the new lady in my life. We’ve had some long and interesting phone calls since our date, and I promise to update you as soon as I can get this pesky work stuff out of the way…
Be careful Bib, I asked Twisty to kiss me, and look what happened to us!
heeeee!
BOINGY BOINGY BOINGY BOING!
I will be checking my inbox on Monday morning young man, don’t disappoint me!
Never fear, oh bitey one, a full and detailed report will be forthcoming.
Now I’ve just got to think of fun stuff to do on a second date - God, I’m so out of practice!
Don’t let them bug you about italian mothers, Bibliovore. Just remember - Sophia Loren is one!
ROWR! I like, I like!