You were at your Italian boyfriend, Marco’s, place in Rome. It was around 7p.m. and he was cooking pasta for you both. “Baby, can you dice the… uh… aglio?” He said, you didn’t know what it meant so the only thing you could do is laugh at his accent instead of helping him. “Baby! I need the aglio.” He said again. You were bursting out of tears as he kept talking in his cute Italian accent. “I don’t know what that means!” You said, still laughing. He rolled his eyes and pointed the garlic.