Dating Russian Women

[Prosal]

Sex is all about dissatisfaction, always wanting, never getting what we want.

+1. That is the all point of mongering. Always wanting more. In that respect, we are all here sexual deviants in some way.

What should I do? Am I doomed to always chase the hottest girls, irrespective of their intellectual and emotional capabilities? Am I really that shallow? Might dating a less attractive girl actually pay off with higher dividends? I mean, they should have lower expectations, and thus be lower maintenance, right? Or should I just do whatever I can to get SM's digits and see how fast I can get between those long long legs?

Super entertaining narrative Pzdyets, thanks. The best move IMHO would be to nicely explain to Jane (in front of SM) that she is a wonderful person in every respect, that what has been done in the heat of the moment has been done, but that you can't have a relationship and even make love without strong feelings, and that amazingly, you have felt those feelings for SM as soon as you saw her. Your "honesty" and sensibility will be without fail your ticket to SM panties (of course, presuming you already mesh well with her).

I've had EXACTLY the same situation with 6+ Margo and 9+ Dasha (who was not only outrageously hot but also genuine and smart) in Chisinau and applied this very same strategy. And got Dasha for a great one-month relationship. Margo never dropped down though and tried to stalk us during the whole period. I tried to connect her to ISG brother-in-arm Zippy but he didn't want her. lol

Chasing in Moscow clubs seems fun as hell BTW. Hope we can meet when I'll be in town.

[Angus Magee]

Thanks for the input gents. So fat no further sightings but I will keep you all in formed if anything happens. Good thing I am back at work if I am to be picking up the cappuccino tab for a table of coffe slurping MILFs.

AM

[Angus Magee]

Am I doomed to always chase the hottest girls, irrespective of their intellectual and emotional capabilities?

I am not sure if "doomed" is how I would put it. If you can somehow find the sweet space perspective of the game not being about the goal but about the playing then either way you are golden.

But that is not always so easy. One thing I have learned, but often do forget, is that sexual satisfaction is oxymoronic. That is there has not been and never will be any sexual satisfaction except for the briefest of moments. They are the ones to savor and then let go of. Sex is all about dissatisfaction, always wanting, never getting what we want. It is a built in part of the sexual urge to ensure the species survival. That is all.

[Stravinsky]

Am I doomed to always chase the hottest girls, irrespective of their intellectual and emotional capabilities? Am I really that shallow? Might dating a less attractive girl actually pay off with higher dividends?

P.

Deep stuff. That pretty much sums it all up right there: every man's constant dilemma. It's a little like a Zen koan, not sure there is an answer to that one.

I've explored the territory between those long, long legs once or twice in my life and it's always seemed to me to be a little like Chinese food: tasty, but an hour later, I'm hungry again.

I do have to congratulate you, however, on meeting the dawn with the hottest babe in Che (on that night anyway). I suppose that is an accomplishment in and of itself.

[Buckinup]

Am I doomed to always chase the hottest girls, irrespective of their intellectual and emotional capabilities?

Yes.

Am I really that shallow?

Yes.

Might dating a less attractive girl actually pay off with higher dividends?

Yes.

I mean, they should have lower expectations, and thus be lower maintenance, right?

Yes.

Or should I just do whatever I can to get SM's digits and see how fast I can get between those long long legs?

YES.

Welcome to the brotherhood of Man.[/QUOTE]

[Pizdyets]

Beauty is only skin deep. But ugly goes clean to the bone.
- Dorthy Parker

Thursday - 00:30 - Real McCoy. Crowd was simply pathetic: dorky expats, dorkier locals, fatties, uglies and grandmas. I only spotted a single girl worth pursuing, and no surprise... every other guy in the place noticed her as well. At the time, I wasn't sure if lack of competition was artificially enhancing her beauty, but she really did look stunning - 177cm (as I would later find out), big brown doe eyes, high cheekbones, a body like a swan's neck, and a tight black dress which left little to the imagination. There was virtually a queue of guys waiting to talk to her. Nearby was evidently her girlfriend - an equally tall mid-20s girl in business attire who appeared to have a nice, thin body. But with a face... well, let's just say it wasn't anything to write home about. With a 3:2 guy:girl ratio and lots of big, drunk dudes in the mood to start something, I figured it wasn't worth my time talking to this girl and headed off to that old standby - Che.

As expected on a Thursday night, Che was fucking PACKED, albeit with lots of dudes. Girls, however, were much better looking than in RM, with well over a dozen (by my estimation) worth getting to know better. Also, the girls were very friendly. I had a few (including a couple cuties) come up to me and start chatting themselves. After a mojito or two, I glanced towards the entrance and saw the two girls from RM appear. They made a beeline for the bar and a moment later they were doing tequila shots with the barman. Nice - my type of girls! I was chatting up some cutie from the lower Volga river valley when her male friend (BF?) abruptly showed up. She apologized but said that she needed to leave right then. Oh well. As the saying goes, there are other fish in the sea. I turned my sights on the Supermodel and her Plain Jane friend.

Jane was dancing up a storm and appeared to be having an altogether great time. Supermodel, on the other hand, was in full defensive position, shooting down one guy after the next. I mulled over my options. After a liter of Long Islands at RM and even more mojitos at Che, I figured I was too wasted to be witty. The faux-arrogant, cocky-funny thing is usually deadly with Russian girls, but I just wasn't up for it mentally. So I decided to go for the classic Misdirection Approach. I sidled up to Jane, who was dancing about an arm's reach from SM and asked:
"So I guess Real McCoy is dead by now, huh?"

"What?" she replied.

"Real McCoy... is it dead now?"

She looked even more confused. Now, I know my Russian isn't the best, but usually people can understand me perfectly. No sweat, I thought, the ice had already been broken.

"You want a drink?"

"Sure!"

We stepped over to SM, who was sitting at the bar and I ordered 3 shots of tequila. SM intro'd herself and we exchanged pleasantries. I recall licking both their hands before they applied the salt and with no objections. I guess that's my privilege if I'm "calling the shots". SM told me that her friend (Jane) is simply the best girl ever, blah blah blah, and that I should know how lucky I am to meet her. I was thinking I'd feel even luckier if I were taking off SM's dress right now. But that was going to have to wait. That said, I'd gotten further than any other guy in RM or Che, and was having a nice, friendly conversation with the two girls.

A little later, Jane and I were dancing up a storm, with my teaching her basic salsa and jive moves. No question, Jane was digging me big time, and I have to admit that she was growing on me too with her cheerful (if not so beautiful) face and bubbly anything-goes attitude. Not sure who kissed whom first, but before long we were swapping spit as if our lives depended on it.

Around 5am, Jane announced that she and SM had had enough of Che and were headed to Etazh for coffee and kalyan (hookah). I told her that I needed to work the next (actually current) day, and politely declined. Thanking her for a nice evening, I gave her one last kiss before saying goodbye. Given that I had not yet asked for her phone number, Jane looked crestfallen as she walked towards the coat check. I scanned the club. A couple decent girls left, but in any case I was too tired to move on them. So I decided to leave as well and found SM and Jane collecting their coats.

"Hey there, I reconsidered. Mind if I join you two at Etazh?"

"NOT AT ALL!" Jane responded.

As we're nearly at the summer solstice, the streets were already flooded with bright sunshine. How depressing. Somehow I like clubbing in winter much more than in summer. Leaving a club at 6am when it's pitch black outside is so much more... civilized. At least it feels less depraved. And to make things worse, the harsh sunlight was not doing Jane any favors. Much of her base and concealer had been swept away by sweat, or more likely by my own face, leaving noticeable blotches and blemishes. SM, on the other hand, looked positively radiant, as if she had just emerged from a massage in her ocean-side cabana in Bali.

We arrived at Etazh drunk off our asses. The girls were visibly weaving as I followed them to the entrance. The doormen noticed this as well, and inquired, "How are you feeling, girls?"

"We're fine."

"You're sure you haven't had too much to drink?"

"No, we're fine. Really."

"Well, okay. Go ahead."

I swear if SM hadn't been with us, that we wouldn't have gotten in. It certainly wouldn't have been the first time that a drunk friend got me faced at Etazh. Clearly they have little tolerance for people puking in their toilets. As you would expect on a Friday morning at 6am, the trendy 24/7 cafe at Pushkin Square was virtually empty. Two other tables had similar post-party groups, but it was mostly just the cleaning crew in attendance. Jane sat next to me in the booth, hand in hand, with SM across from us. I couldn't help but stare - admiring each aspect of her vibrant visage. Our conversation was nice, but nothing particularly memorable. Work, travel, language, relationships and so on. Towards the end, I had my hand between Jane's legs and was slowly rubbing her pubic mound through her silk skirt. She made no motions of protest, and kept her knees a good 20cm apart, but on the other hand she didn't acknowledge I was doing anything there at all. I suspect that she didn't want SM to know what I was doing, lest she be labeled as easy. Truth be told, Jane is a very nice, intelligent, interesting and professional girl. And she's a great kisser. I'm just not that attracted to her physically. SM, by contrast, didn't seem that smart or interesting, but she's fucking hot. And judging from the conversation we shared, she'd probably go out on a date with me if Jane weren't in the picture. On that note, Jane made a very concerted effort to keep me from spending even a second alone with SM, lest I ask her for her number. Like I said... smart girl.

It was approaching 8am and the traffic on Tverskaya was reaching its rush-hour peak. I probably could have coerced Jane to come home with me without too much effort, but all I wanted to do was sleep. We each caught separate taxis and headed to our respective flats. Which leads me to my questions. What should I do? Am I doomed to always chase the hottest girls, irrespective of their intellectual and emotional capabilities? Am I really that shallow? Might dating a less attractive girl actually pay off with higher dividends? I mean, they should have lower expectations, and thus be lower maintenance, right? Or should I just do whatever I can to get SM's digits and see how fast I can get between those long long legs?

[Gentleman Travel]

( if girl asks why are you in Moscow or Piter, you can answer business or tourism. In the russian provincies answer for business, no tourism there. But wtf you answer if she asks why are you in ..... Gomel )

You are doing radiological testing for a long term study on the effects of Chernobyl.
And you would like to sample her bodily fluids...

[Stravinsky]

she comes, I think from one of the FSU states and must have some tartar blood in her. She is very tall, wild looking and with piercing eyes.

Well, clearly, you are after the wrong woman!

Pizdyets is right, it's best to be direct with Russian women. If you are too coy or wishy-washy, they might think you are "blue" (gay).

I'm not sure what the language situation is; do they speak German? are you speaking Russian? does everyone speak English? But if you have a chance to meet your favorite MILF again, simply say:

pree-vyet, hello

and ask her for her name:

kahk vass zah-VOOT, DYEV-ush-ka? What's your name girl?

She may look down her nose at you and say:

Nee skah-zhoo, I'm not saying

or she could flash you a smile and tell you her name. At that point you've got your foot in the door and I'm sure you can take it from there.

It will probably by impossible to break up the kaffe klatch, so... if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. If you have an "in" with the cafe owner, you might want to tell him that you will pick up the check for their table the next time you're there. Just make sure that your favorite MILF is present that day: the gesture will not be lost on her. It will cost you something, but how expensive can it be for a half dozen cappuccinos? It's better than paying for a couple ounces of Beluga.

There will, of course, me much clucking and razgavarivari-ing by the kvochki (hens) once they realize they have an admirer, and you might use that opportunity to introduce yourself, keeping an eye, of course, on your favorite MILF. If you're lucky, they might invite you to join them. One could do worse than to while away a Monday afternoon with a table of Russian MILFs (I wish). If everything goes well, someone might even come over to your table and tell you all to shut-up.

Of course, if you have no common language with them, then this will be very difficult, if not impossible.

[Angus Magee]

Angus,

Can't help but wonder, are any of these women "do-able"? I mean, here you have these Russian MILF's, with clearly way too much time on their hands. Maybe there is a possibility for some love in the afternoon?

I was actually wondering this myself. Usually I am not that attracted to MILFs. But there was one in the crowd this past Monday who appealed to me-very tall with streaked blond hair wearing a tight pair of white jeans. And I did manage to catch her eye as she was leaving and got back a glance-and then another as she walked by on the sidewalk on the way to her large SUV. I can only hope that I see her there again soon, maybe without her entourage of GFs, as in those situations it is difficult (but not impossible) to make contact. At least for me.

Maybe you more experienced Russian MILF freebie hunters can suggest a separation technique? Should anything come of it you gents would be the first to know I promise. And pics if possible...

On another matter-one of the owners of this cafe has what I think is a Russian wife. Or at least she comes, I think from one of the FSU states and must have some tartar blood in her. She is very tall, wild looking and with piercing eyes. But man, these two can fight, very publicly, about almost anything. Often though I think it is about hubbies' wandering eye. The other day they had a smack down fight complete with slapping (her to him) and hair pulling (him to her) around the sidewalk. You got to wonder what kind of sex these two get up to?

AM

[Stravinsky]

Russians appreciate directness

Very true. Even more to the point... молчи! mol-CHEE (shut-up). But then, that would probably be rude.

Angus,

Can't help but wonder, are any of these women "do-able"? I mean, here you have these Russian MILF's, with clearly way too much time on their hands. Maybe there is a possibility for some love in the afternoon?

[Pizdyets]

The next time they get out of hand, you might try admonishing them with the following:

Девушки! разговаривать тихо пожалуйста

DYEV-ooshki! raz-ga-VAR-i-vat TI-kho pa-ZHAL-oos-ta

Girls, talk quietly please.

That should shut them up, for a few minutes anyway.

Simpler to say "TAK GROAM KA!" ([you're] so loud!) Russians appreciate directness.

And I'm with Strav - Russian women are not inherently louder than women of other nationalities. In fact, I'd say American women typically speak much louder than most Russians I hear.

[Stravinsky]

Does anyone have any comments on this? On Russian women and their ability to drown a room in sound when they get together?

Women are always talking, no question about that. But, you're right, Russian woman have elevated the usual female chatter to a high art: they can spend hours talking about absolutely nothing.

As far as the volume is concerned, it's not usually a characteristic of Russian female conversation, under normal circumstances. However, I've had a chance to observe Russians outside of Russia and there is a type of Russian who believes that they are somehow superior, once they get outside of Russia and they want the whole world to know it. For some reason there are a lot of Russians (tourists) in Wien, not sure why, but I have heard Russian spoken just about everywhere when I have been there. I was having breakfast in my hotel one morning and happened to be seated next to a couple of very pretentious bogati zhenshini (rich women). They were making quite a fuss over the buffet and whether or not they would have the waffles or the arboos (watermelon) and commiserating over the quality of the bulochni (pastries). That was one time I wish I could have turned off my understanding of Russian, just for an hour.

I imagine the kaffe klatch in your cafe is trying to achieve the same goal. If they are living in Berlin, then they are probably well-married and well-to-do and they want the whole world to know it. The next time they get out of hand, you might try admonishing them with the following:

Девушки! разговаривать тихо пожалуйста

DYEV-ooshki! raz-ga-VAR-i-vat TI-kho pa-ZHAL-oos-ta

Girls, talk quietly please.

That should shut them up, for a few minutes anyway.

[Ham Yai]

Don't.

Only women of fortune

FF

[Nickc]

Does anyone have any comments on this? On Russian women and their ability to drown a room in sound when they get together?

Yes Angus, women together do make more sound than on their own.
Cheers Nickc

[Angus Magee]

This isn't really about dating Russian women, rather an observation. I spend most morning writing in a small cafe here in my neighborhood in Berlin. Every week on Tuesday or Wednesday there is a group of Russian MILFs who gather (between 6-8 of them) and spend half an hour to an hour drinking Lattes and talking. As the title of the post suggests their conversation resembles nothing less than a Wall of Sound. Rarely have I heard such volume and with all the women talking at the same time, nobody appearing to listen to anyone else. I know all (or many)women share some of this trait, but these Russian MILFs seem to be on a level all their own. The only thing that seems to stop them is their cell phones...

Does anyone have any comments on this? On Russian women and their ability to drown a room in sound when they get together?