Way back in 1998/1999 there was someone who became rather infamous for this series of posts to a popular RW list. Enjoy . . .
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Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 05:02:07 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trips to Russia
What follows is a true and faithful account of my travels in 1998. These I am posting "anonymously" which will allow me to be brutally honest about what happened and where I went wrong.
I boarded the Transaero flight to Moscow with excitement in my throat. The first russian woman I met was Svetlana, the flight attendent. She was tanned blonde, smelled great and there to serve. When I left the plane 12 hours later, she was genuinely interested in looking me up on her next layover in LA (more later!) I was there because my buddy had been riding me for a year to go to Russia and meet the type of woman he was raving about. His gal met us at the airport; she was exotic, way younger and sexier than he ever deserved. This was the promised land. Except for the smell. People there reek-b.o., tobacco, booze or that dirt smell so peculiar to
Russia. It still lingers in my olfactory memory.
That night we were in a disco where the ratio woman to men was, oh say 12 to one. Many babes. After three dances the gal I was with had her hand on my ass, ten minutes later we were totally making out. A third buddy was doing well with a gal he met on a previous trip. By now I was committed to finding a russian gal. I passed on the disco gal that night-some stupid notion about being honorable...
Instead I went to a casino about 3 am. Saw my vision of beauty, 5 10 blonde, thin regal. Chatted in so so english then back to my hotel. What follows is important. No request for cash. 50 dollars to the grunt at the hotel to let her in. 2 beers, conversation, music. I say "you are tall" She stands up, to show me, I put my hands on her hip, we kiss, then she says excuse me, goes in the bathroom and I hear water running for 5 miutes. She comes out wearing a towel, all scrubbed up. (a russian thing-very nice-you are expected to go and scrub up too). A very sweet, sensual woman, stayed with me til 4 the next afternoon. Got her number to call her (more later)
On a plane to Kiev to an agency the next day. Met many gals, three I had written and called before I went. One looked aboslutely nothing like her photo, nothing like it. Nice personality but she had this Elvira mistress of the dark thing going. The second gal was sweet, but seemed either very tired in our meetings, very bored or very stupid. We parted by mutual assent. The third blew me off-no show.
Back to Moscow, fell in love w another flight attendent-she seemed interested but resisted when I suggested we meet. Later I learned she was married and I was an idiot because russian women wear their wedding rings on their right hand. I am trained to look for it on the left.
Dinner that night was a set up. Nice girl, waited on me hand & foot, as russian women seem to do if they like you-but no magic. Tried to call the gal from the casino-no luck. Went to NIGHTFLIGHT and was blown away. Wall to wall whores, (100 women?) all seemed to be under 23 and all 8s 9s & 10s. 150 dollars! I pissed so many gals off because I talked to them but didn't want to do the prostitute thing-eventually they got hostile. I left like a wuss. Amazing place and a must visit just for the experience.
Left the next day for LA, determined to go back, even if to pursue the enchanting, beautiful sexy young sweet and available casino girl.
Next installment: I fall in love with an angel in Ukraine, more on Svetlana and the casino girl... (Interested??)
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Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 17:25:16 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trips Part 2
Second Installment
LESSONS from post #1:
1. Russian women are beautiful & sexy
2. I want one
3. Ladies there excuse themselves and bathe before sex, and expect you to do the same
4. Women wear their wedding rings on their right hand
5. Big difference between seeing photos and talking on the phone compared to actually meeting the ladies.
6. Easy to be disappointed if go over to see only 3 or 4 people
7. (Sorry but) the prostitutes there are stunning, sexy, smart and cheap
I got myself back to Kiev in a month even though I was disappointed my first trip because Ukrainian women seemed softer and more traditional than the Moscow ladies.
I arrive in Kiev, back in the same flat with a lousy phone and the same translator. I eat often at the Arizona Cafe and McDs.
I am at the local manager of the agency's flat, and she asks me to take back 4 profiles to America for their office. I look at them. I am shocked. One gal is the same lady I lusted after from another web site, but that agency required $2500 up front. We call her, she is home and agrees to meet that night. She speaks english! I will never forget waitng for her in the metro station. She appears, and is more beautiful than I imagined. Beautiful skin, face like an angel, sweet, retiring, feminine. We walk that night and end the evening with champagne, toasting our future. We meet the next day, she is tired because her 2 year old kept her up all night, but we spend the afternoon together, and plan to meet her family that evening. We meet the translator at 4, and have a great two hour conversation-and begin to fall for each other. I meet her family. Very nice, newly renovated flat, parents and grandmother are shy, I am the first american they have met. Mother gets weird and thinks
I will sell her daughter's body parts in America. Mother and daughter argue. (red flags!)
I leave Kiev, determined to pursue this angel.
I returned in one month, we had talked almost every day on the phone. We go to the disco and she is the sexiest thing I have ever seen! She is almost trance like when she dances. Went to church with her, lit candles for her children, she prayed a lot. Good sign? Afterwards we go for tea. She is cross with me because I began normal conversation, and she wanted to stay in her quiet mood after church. At the restaurant, she has many observations about the prostitutes, then reveals she came to this place when she was 18 to see about "dancing strip tease" but says she didn't do it. Red Flag!
We went to the disco again. I want her. She says the only man she has ever had sex with was her husband, and that she has not had sex for 1 year. Note all, we waited until 5 days into my second trip before we approached intimacy.
She resisited, I stopped, she turned her back to me, then rolled over and intitated intimacy again. Greatest sex of my life. She screamed, scratched my back bloody, very sweet & tender, virginal. (Don't be disgusted, you will see why this is important later)
The next morning I am to leave. We make love, she gives me a blow job that was sweet, sultry and the best ever. (Wait, this is important!) Then....she begins to tell me about her friend, and if I would ever do a threesome with a woman. I say WHAT she backs off and says it is only pillow talk. Then reveals that she was alone for so long she had ONE "love sessions" with her beautiful girlfriend. She claims she did not have an orgasm-and was very nervous. Ok I accept it is a different culture.
I leave, determined to come back. (Wouldn't you?)
Next time- I am mired in stupidity and get jobbed.
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Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 18:15:38 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trips Part 3
Hey guys. If you like this, send me a private post, a couple of you have, but I would appreciate some feedback.
LESSONS from post 2: None yet, but they will come!
I left out a big hunk of stuff!
On my second trip, my UW came with me to Moscow for a night! We stayed at the Hotel Tverskya, and I got great seats for the ballet at the Bolshoi. One of the best experiences of my life. I would even oput a trip to the ballet-only with great seats-pay the extra money, over a trip to NightFlight. Well, maybe..
We had seperate rooms, no french kisses, no sex...got a little buzzed on great French champagne. We met my buddy's gal, and she came back w me on the Transaero flight. I was in business class, she was in coach. I asked SVETLANA the same beautiful flight attendat if she (my budy's gal-Luba) could sit w me in First class (biz class. She said yes. I have now blown it with Svetlana, because she was also the flight attendant on the Kiev to Moscow flight when my UW came with me to Moscow. But maybe not-I was wearing my "For Players Only" jacket-and now she knows I love the ladies! (joke)
Big Lesson here: Luba comes up to biz class. Another flight attendant tries to boot her out. I say Svetlana said it was ok. Svetlana keeps sayingthe other flight attendant is the chief. Both flight attendants are very unpleasant-their mystique is blown. I behave a little badly. One hour later, the flight attendants are angels again. Hmmmm.
When we arrive in LA, Luba chastizes me for my poor handling of the situation. TURNS OUT I was being given major explicit hints that I needed to slip the "chief" flight attendant some cashola to smooth the situation. Remember guys, cash cures all. No russian will ever get in your face unless you are violating one of their rules: here it was that I was expected to pay for Luba to come up to biz class.
OK so I am in love, and Luba, my buddy's friend, is visiting on a tourist visa. She is single, speaks english, has a great job w the gov't and got a visa no problem!
Luba is a completely diferent person here. We live in a beautiful luxury apt. (my budy & me) I vacate for her stay. She is a witch. (Also, my buddy has no patience) Demanding, afraid to go out anywhere. Complains about everything. Example: I am there, she is in bed in the afternon, she yells to my buddy, a big, good looking confident guy "where is my tea! I want tea! Eventually, my buddy asks her to leave. I drive her to LA where she meets another guy she knows, she cannot understand what the problem is. She says my buddy lied to her, he is not rich, like he said he was. (She obviously did not look at his brokerage account statements!) Still, she expected the Santa Barbara lifelstyle and my buddy probably did everything to encourage this thinking. When they were together in Russia, money was no problem, the Metropol, the Balshoi, the discos, the restaurants..another lesson learned.
I am ow a little afraid, and decide to meet my UW in Prague next visit to get to know her better. We plan this trip. More to come...
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Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 18:48:29 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trip Part 4
Hey I am on a roll.
LESSONS:
1. Cash cures all
2. Ballet is great-get good seats
3. Your RW may be completely different when she gets here-look for red flags and what expectations you have given her
4. I am toast with Svetlana the flight attendant
5. I am in love
So my UW and I are to meet in Prague. The flights from Kiev are weird so she is to arrive one day early.
I arrive at the hotel, and she is checked in but not there. There is a note-she went sightseeing. I am quite deflated. I wait one hour. She arrives when I am in the bath tub. Not very romantic. She is excited because the taxi driver she met showed her all around Prague yesterday & today and bought her a present, which she showed me. I am flabbergasted. I say we planned to explore the City together. I kkep my cool. Then I see the taxi driver's telephone number written down. I start to feel sick. I am there two hours and thinking it was a mistake. Then we make love. Guess what,I forget everything. (FOOL)
We have a fun next day sightseeing. I give her an absolutely beautiful crucifix, diamonds and saphires. 1200 bones (FOOL) The next day going down to breakfast, she bolts from me and gives some fat f--- a big hello, and chats away. I go in to breakfast. She sees I am pissed. I am , and embarassed. She says we have a big problem that I am very jealous. (I am not by nature) She says, do I want her to go home? I say no. She pouts for hours.
GUYS if this ever happens to you, BOLT. I didn't-I had a lot invested in this gal in my head...stupid
Anyway, I decide to change hotels,to get away from Mr. Taxi Owner, she gives her telephone number to the taxi guy (he owns the company-she points out to me) and we split. She pouts and wants a hotel with a pool. We go to one. She pouts. We begin to be intimate. She suggests we videotape it on my camera. Hey, I am there, what the hell, may as well enjoy it. Words cannot describe the sex-3 hours, everything you have ever thought about...and more. (I AM AN IDIOT I KNOW, but she certainly is not)
She does not wear the crucifix, but resists returning it to me for me to change for something she likes.
We both go home.
We talk on the phone. I suggest the tourist visa. Lots of back & forth, she knows someone who can get her the visa for $ 2000, no payment until visa in hand. I say ok. She gets the visa. (no details will be given-don't want to blw it for those who helped). I send the money.
She insists I come to accompany her. IDIOT goes to Kiev. I am in love w her or something like that. More like in love with the sex. She is difficult. Her period began and she is quiet on the trip to the US. We entered in Cincinati. They were totally cool to her & me, but she is a ten and very sweet.
She doen't like my place, says it is cold and smells. It is beautiful & clean. Oh well. She says she wants a boob job. We go to my buddy who does em, he says she should go to a titty bar and look at the final results of some of his patients. We go. Remember they are different about strip tease, any disco there has a strip tease intermission for men & women. We go. I get a beer. She is talking closely with a dancer. I leave her alone. I look over. They are making out. I am freaked but remain calm. We leave. At home, she says she got the dancer's number & wants to met her when I am at work. Maybe after a while we can do a 3 some. Now I am freaked. I say I cannot pursue a relationship with a woman who would do this. She begins to cry and packs her bags and wants to bolt out into the night. Then she says she will call the police and tell them things "so you will sit in jail" Whoa! I go into damage
control mode. I get her calmed down. Within 24 hours I get her the f--- out of my life, and drive her to LA to her friend's house. I buy her a new ticket to return to Russia in one week. I never see her agian.
She ended up telling me about many, many previous men, and I think she was abused when young. She was a total and complete head case, who was very skilled at being sweet & innocent and working idiots like me for whatever she can.
I am devastated. There were plenty of warning signs. Advice: If you see one flag be wary, two flags, cut your losses and leave fast. I wait two months and try again. It gets better...
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Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 19:30:50 -0400
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Subject: 198 trip Part 5??
Thanks for the private posts, guys & gals. Please keep them coming. I will try to kill this story off soon.
We are now in July 1998
LESSONS
1. I am an idiot
2. I am an idiot out a lot of cash
3. I love russian women
4. The seed of 3 somes has been planted...
I rest and recover. I go to an agency in a russian city and do the agency thing. I meet many sweet, proper ladies. No sexy ones! I avoid them, I want a wife. One gal seems great-Olga. She is tall, blonde, 25, sweet and never married. My translator tells me again and again she is a tradional russian girl. Remember this fact!
We go to Moscow, to a disco and to the Hotel Tverskya. We have a nice time. I noticed she really did not know how to dance, and would not look at me or interact with me on the dance floor. She will not allow a kiss on the lips, and only seems to endure a kiss on the cheek. I am told this is normal for a good russian girl.
I leave, resolved to pursue her. We call, we e mail. I visit again in a month. Add impetuous to my list of faults. The day I arrive, she suggests we go to St. Petersburg, an overnight train ride. I am a little wary. I say ok. We go. GREAT CITY!! GREAT BALLET! The Hermitage must be experienced. Many great restaurants. She continues to be standoffish. Only pecks on the cheek. We talk a lot. I mention I would like her to open up more. She says she will in time.
We return to her town. I say I will pay for english lessons, and suggest she quit her lousy job (60 dollars a month) I will pay that to her and she should study english and we will look at doing a fiance visa. I like her, I admire her-she is a good girl. She says ok.
My next to last night, we have a traditional russian dinner with her mother & friends. She lays out a killer spread. Lesson: if a gal says she is a good hostess, put her to the test. She will dazzle you with her cooking and hospitality. She did. Everyone else goes in the kitchen. We begin a frank discussion with her little english and the dictionary about whether she will stay with me at the hotel that night. Her mom comes in, turns out her mother is saying go with him. Olga repeats "it would not be beautiful" She stays home. The next night, I have to leave at 2 am the following morning. She stays. She stands up and goes in the bathroom. No words, but the water is running for 5 minutes. I think I am about to get lucky! She comes out wearing just about nothing. I am no fool, for the moment. I go in and bathe, and am very nervous. We are intimate. I am sorry but it was so strange-first her breath, her dental hygine was ghastly. I had not even kissed her before. Lesson; a russian woman will not kiss you on the lips uness she is purt near ready to have sex with you. She was like a zombie. I stopped, started, tried to talk to her, was gentle, did this, that..nothing. It was like being alone. I was bummed. What was up? Eventually we stopped. She was very affectionate after, hugging, etc. but I was disappointed.
I left her with lots of cash for lessons. We were to call & e mail. She then practically disappeared. She said she had to go to the country for 2 weeks-no contact. Then she was too busy to e mail. Then she said she had a big problem but could not tell me until she learned english. It was too persoanl to tell through a translator. She had told during my visits about her boyfriend who she almost married. He presented himself as a nice guy, but was in fact a "bandit" She could not see her friends, except one hour a week. She was forced to have sex on his demand. He drove her to work, and picked her up. If she did anything he didn't like, he would smack her around. She said she finally got away from him, but would give me no details. The translator sayd mafia guys want a nice traditional russian girl to bear children, cook, clean, and they rule them with an iron hand, then the guys have any number of other girlfriends. The wives are prisoners, and their husbands are often killed or jailed, leaving them with children & no support.
What was her secret? A child hidden away? Too much violence in her past to be intimate easily? Tell me!, but she wouldn't. I gave her an ultimatum. Communicate or ot would be over. She sent me a two line note-she had tried but goodbye-I was her dream but it was not to be??
OK I am: an idiot, impetuous, ready to care, quite succesful w AW but crapping out on the RW thing.
I continue to send her a little money through a friend. She did quit her job.
Ladies who e mailed me privately-any insights to her behavior?
NEXT: I go AGAIN, but treat myself first to NightFli
ght to get it out of my system. I will tell you how to work that whole thing, More to come, if the people will it...????
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Date: Sat, 2 Jan 1999 22:53:57 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trip Part 6
When last we talked I had ended things w Olga.
LESSONS: Read On
I first stopped in Moscow and did the NightFlight thing. The hotels keep you pretty safe. The ladies must register, and can't get out w/o your approval. The choice at NightFlight was extensive, and the two gals I hooked up with had no problem with the two gal deal. They were very nice. One offered to be My girlfriend in Moscow. In truth, I probably won't do the hooker thing again, but got it out of my system.
To another city. I met some ladies. One really interested me. Stunning blonde. With a child and a great job. We had a great time. She had a party at her house and laid on a spread! So I learned she was a great "hostess" This is something a good russian woman takes great pride in. Great food, nice friends. Then the details. We got to know each other. She was a self made woman. She still had a boyfriend of 5 years, who happened to be married. The wife accepted the situation, in fact my RW left her son with them when she traveled! I was blown away. I met him! I met her ex husband too. I met everybody. They were very relaxed about it and as a committee wanted to be sure she was making a good choice in me. Then it started, the red flags. She scolded me for not organizing my money. I thought it was organized. I helped her with her coat in a restaurant and it touched the ground. She yanked it out of my hands angrily. After dinner, where she was very quiet, we talked for hours, with a translator. She related her life story. It was horrible. Sorry, I may be comfortable about talking about my idiot actions & sex, but I don't want to betray her confidences. Let's just say I was shocked & dumbfounded. Alcoholism, adandonment, doing ANYTHING to survive. She did survive. I really admired her. We left each other commited to exploring the possibilities. I go home to the US.
We called each other a lot, and her english was pretty good. I wanted to do the tourist visa thing, after my experience with the UW. After six weeks I returned with the intention of coming back with her on the plane. I was so sure she would get the visa because of her great job, property holdings, child left behind and the great impression she made. No visa. The embassy treated her very badly and did not even look at her documents about her life.
So we spent a week together & it was nice. I began to fall for her. We started really talking about our future life. Turned out she was very interested in coming to the US, starting a business, and making a fortune. She wanted a great lifestyle, private school for her son, and she could do it. I was 100% convinced she would come to the US and be the classic immigrant rags to riches story. She had worked her tail off in Russia and succeeded, so the US would be easy pickins.
I did not want a woman who would build an empire. I wanted a wife. She was pissed. She wanted the lifestyle. We parted, on pretty good terms.
OK so the input on the sex. Note well that it was always safe sex, and with the NightFlight gals, no intercourse, so ultimately safe sex. Thought the pilgrims would want to know this. With this lady, I will say that we both had strong feelings for each other, were making out, and when it began to progress beyond this, she said no quite firmly. I stopped. She seemed perplexed. She then reinitiated intimacy. Apparently, many women there feel it is necessary to resist in words, and in deeds, the first few times. Oh, of course, she spent five minutes in the bathroom first. Also note, russian women expect you to go wash up before AND after, and if you don't they think you are un cultured and a slob! Also note, I was learning that some russian women don't get the concept of foreplay. I had read this somewhere and found it to be true. Something about that they don't have their own rooms in their apts, and typically had sex growing up on the fly when they could. When in Rome... I am not kidding, this gal actually got really curious, like what the hell are you futzing around for, let's go. So we did.
Women there are different in the sack. They are very quiet. This has been confirmed by other guys I know. They pretty much let you run the show, which is quite different than AW of my generation.
So now I was bummed, still no woman for Moley, but if you know me, I will try again as explained in Part 7
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Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1999 13:09:56 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trips Part 7
Thanks for all the private posts. I do hope this stuff is insightful.
When last we met, I had just ended things with the beautiful empire builder. I am lookig at a photo of us now. She is blonde, 5'5' beautiful, perfect skin. PERFECT teeth. Yes it is possible there! Deep blue eyes. She was a professional athlete, total hard body, 25, full C cup? average D? When I left her to go home, I really started to ache for her. We had grown very close, but she was unyielding in her lifestyle demands. Private school and dance school for her son would cost about 1500 a month. I didn't want to take that on. He received classical training in dance every day in Russia, I went to see him and he was really good. Russians really put a lot into their children, and will kill themselves to do it. I think this sometimes leads to parents who work themselves to death, are never home to buy thier child a new car when they are 16. How were you raised? We were wealthy, but I received NOTHING from my parents-I worked for everything, including all my clothes since age 15. Just an old fashioned southern family (from hell).
Don't ask these gals about their real life story unless you can handle it. There are no pretty stories there. This gal maybe freaked me out a bit, because she was raised in horrible, abusive conditions, and it was pretty obvious that she had slept with every man at her firm who could help her, and now she was #2 in the firm. Can I judge her? Guys, the sleeping with the boss thing is very common. I have heard this story from many many different ladies. You lady probably has too. She must to survive. Don't ask if you don't want to know.
I had an interesting conversation with the daughter of the russian guy who was the Disney franchisee for Russia on a flight to the US. Big bucks in little Russia. On the plane she told me: Never trust any russian, but if you find a good russian woman, you wil be happy for the rest of your life. Russia is not romantic, really, it is hard and dirty, and people there suck the blood out of each other every day. In spite of this, the people there are more real, and some are really wonderful.
So I pined away for the empire builder and wondered if I made the right decision. One week after I returned, an american guy who was in the same city at the agency when I was there telephoned me. It seems my little woman had e mailed him saying, it is over with Mole, I felt an attraction for you, why don't you write me? She wasted no itme. She wanted out, and wanted the american lifestyle, and apparently didn't matter who gave it to her (visa). Ouch! They are now doing the fiance visa.
A strange thing happened. I started thinking about my ex wife. My stable, honest reliable, blue blooded socialite ex wife. I really began to appreciate that a woman who is reliable, honest and faithful was a rare gem. More later on this.
Was I bummed? Yes. I also checked with the agency in Ukraine, the UW I took to Prague had left the agency, saying she did not like american men. Here is a little tidbit about the UW. Her entire visit here, 6 days, she wore the same underwear. I bought her a bikini, and she liked it so much that she wore the bottoms every day. I was grossed out. Also, I would come home, and she would still be in her pajamas at 4 pm. It made me realize these gals are from a different country! She also ate everything she could, and after a week had a pot belly goin on. Yeech!
So, faced with all this, what do I do? Once more into the breech... My next visit I saw a gal who I had met before. We had lunch and dinner together on a previous trip. She was very calm, beautiful, but had that russian thing goin, you know way heavy red lipstick, BIG dark eyebrows, heavy make up.
She picked me up at the airport. I forgot how beautiful, and tall she is. OK, yes sexy. Maybe the most beautiful woman I have seen in Russia. Her name was Kate. We had talk a lot on the phone and written letters. We go to my hotel. It is 11. She says she must leave by one??? Do I hear the sound of running water? YEESSS! I think when you are intimate with someone you learn a lot about them. She and I really connected. And did again every day for the next week. She had a 4 year old, and was only 24. Never married. Red flgs? Maybe. No one there is simple. All have complications. In the US, you can meet someone, they tell you they were Thetas at USC or they come form a certian type of famliy, and you know the person. You know the type of person they are. You never worry that they may have worked as a prostiute, or that they boned their boss when they worked that summer at Macys. In Russia, you do have to worry about this. Kate had chosen the easy life her beauty allowed her. She had been taken care of by men all her years. The father of her child was a crook, and used to knock her around. This is normal life for some people there. I wanted to say why didn't you jsut work, or study, why have a man take care of you all the time? Then I met her parents. Both factory workers. Father was an invalid. No resources. They ate soup & potatoes every day for years. Meat in the beginning of the month, and lately no pensions had been paid, they had not eaten much. She supported her family of four on her two day a week job.
Don't ask if you don't want to know. In spite of this, I really started to fall for her. She was very gentle, sweet, but had an edge to her, a sarcasm that I liked. And she was always beautiful. Smelled good. Then one day we had a minor disagreement. She was upset. I went to her, kissed her on the cheek and said we'll work it out. She said something in russian that didn't sound good. Later my translator friend who was there told me she said, f--- off and get the f--- out of my house! Whoa. Then the translator began to tell me that my sweet little gal regularly told the translator that she was a stupid bitch, and that the translator went home every night and cried. This is with Kate and I talking in english 50% of the time. I also got confronted on the street by one of Kate's old (current?) boyfriends. Something like, I told her she could not meet with american guys, and I wil talk to her later (?) I told Kate I needed some time apart. She weeped. I mean put her head on my ankles and weeped. I couldn't get her to stand up. In her reality, her life, telling her man to f--- off was no big deal. She said it "was just conversation!" I needed some time.
I sat around a day, and then went to lunch with a gal I met before at the agency, and who I ran into on the street. She was a 9 all around. Cultured, sophisticated, you could take her to the White House and she would dazzle. Blonde, blue eyes....See part 8
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Date: Sun, 3 Jan 1999 14:40:24 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trips part 8
So I am meeting Oxsana, blonde beautiful, sophisticated, would dazzle em at the White House..
Let me update you on the casino girl (Lika) from Part 1. I called her many times, left messages. Out of the blue her friend calls, and Lika wants to see me. Long story short, I was involved with the UW so I introduced her to my friend. He meets her in Moscow, turns out she is a prostitute, in heavy debt to the mafia for gambling, they have taken her passport, and she must go to Japan and work off her debt as a prostitute. She wants $ 50,000 to pay em off and she will be your new indentured servant. As I said, everybody has a story.
Oxsana and I have a 2 hour lunch. She understands everything in english, but is afraid to speak it. I go to the bathroom. When I come back the translator says, ok now you & Oxsana will go to your hotel where she will give you pleasure. What? Yes, this is what she said. So I go. She kisses me on the mouth in the car to the hotel, so I know we will be intimate. I try to slow things down a bit, showing her photos, etc. in my room. She begins to rip my clothes off. I am now a passenger on a fast moving train. Uh Oh. Major b.o., horrible breath, like rotten teeth, and another smell that would wake a hibernating grizzly. She is quite aggressive and I have no exit strategy, so I struggle through-whoa is me. On the plus side, she was multi orgasmic, I mean like when you stop and try to remember who is in the room next door, and you pray it is not a small child or a dike domestic violence detective. We spend the next two days together, I like her and admire her. She is quite a lady.
About b.o. teeth & hygeine. By US standards, all russians need lots of dental work. They ususally don't have their teeth cleaned, etc. Some ladies, who take
pride in themselves have beautiful white teeth and nice breath all the time. For others, it doesn't seem to be important. There are periodic shortages of hot water, it is Europe too and they walk everywhere so everybody there, even the babes get the stinkies now & again. The feminine hygeine thing (waking grizzlies) seems to be more of a personal issue, again relating to pride.
So I leave Oxsana very impressed, but wary and moving slow. Can you blame me? We talk several times and write each other. She is ready to accept a marriage proposal, I want to see her again and take our time. She wants to come to the US in the spring, so I think we have time. Guys, she is also a 9 or 10. I could easily see her with a crown on her head, regal and serene. She had about 40 guys writing her, no kidding.
Then I get a call from my friends there. She has met a guy who is 28 years older than she, very rich, and a self absorbed dickhead. I know because I am the one who referred him to the agency! I took him to the airport to go! She has accepted his marriage proposal after 4 days!
I am blown away. Did she really care for me, or just want out? What do you think. In truth, she accepted the first proposal from a living breathing thing because she hoped for a better life. She is the sole support for her parents and daughter. This AM gave em gifts and cash to equal one years pay. Imagine if someone her gave you $ 70,000 cash, tax free. You'd love him. Over there 100 a month is livin large, so he gave the family 1200 bones. Is he stupid and heading for a fall? Probably, but she is with him, not me. Dig this, my buddy tells me she said the first thing she wanted to do when she came to america was visit me!! I asked him to tell her if she is here with another guy, I will not see her, I will not interfere with a marrige, and we will not have ome lousy little affair... Russian women-watch out, many are a moral. How would youfeel if you chosen beloved planned on meeting another AM or russian man when she came to the US. Take me to the agency at the convent, please.
Ppoint is, writing, calling etc sucks. The first man there with marriage on his toungue is the winner. I think this approach is reckless. You may have noticed that I had relationships with three of the most beautiful and interesting ladies in this agency. Two of them moved on and were snapped up before I had unpacked my bags. Point is the good ones go FAST! The russian ladies don't really have any standard to comapre to so all american guys are virtually equal. They won't say, well John is 42 tubby & bald but nice, I think I'll sit around and wait a few months and see who else likes me. No, most will take the first guy that asks. What if you, an AM, are in Russia staring down at a double barrelled babe, you will take her if she says yes, right? I think this is dangerous, because she will come C look around and maybe wonder if she can trade up. Remember Igor Disney's advice "never trust a russian, (until they earn your trust, and you, theirs, and if you find a good woman, you will happy the rest of your life." So how do you navigate all this? I talk more about it in my next post, but watch for the red flags, eg horrible upbringing, quick to bone you, quick to make a decision, lots os past boyfriends...
This is dead. Am I paying the piper now? Should I go back to my ex in the US, she looks great to me now. Do I rekindle things with Kate? Or do I pack my kit and merrliy go hunting again? If you know me by now you know I chose....(Part 9 coming soon)
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Date: Mon, 4 Jan 1999 03:49:14 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trips Part 9
A little more news and then some conclusions.
Like a lot of you have said in the private posts, there are many negatives here about russian women. They do, however captivate and enchant me like no others. By the way, I really appreciate the notes to me. My bravado in these accounts hides that I am bummed things haven't worked out. I have tried to screen gals from the beginning to find compatable people, and I think most of the gals are good women, just not for me. Fair Enough?
My friends in Russia tell me Kate (the one with the temper who told me to f--- off) is sad that things didn't work out. We still talk. She says, and I am told by others, that she is trying to change her character to a more calm one. I don't know if this is possible. I think about her and I remember sleeping next to her. I remember looking at her as she slept, she was a beautiful woman to gaze upon. Unfortunately, I don't think her soul was a beautiful as her appearance. I look at the outside, and assume the inside is the same. It takes a lot of guts to fall in love with someone with so so looks but great character. Shallow? YES. But true.
I think Russia is the perfect place to find a wife if you are a great guy, but maybe a little bit of a dweeb, and just want a chance at a nice woman. I think I am too picky because I am not terribly desperate. In the US, heaven knows if you don't make six figures and are hip, not many women are interested in you here. The mistake I made was at a time when all the really great AM were there and available, say during college, and in my 20's I made the wrong choice. I married, and stayed married for 12 years and two wonderful children. (sound familiar?) So what is available here to a divorced guy with two kids, yes I have cash and good personality & looks, but seriously, what is available here? Not much. If you have not married before, I would still advise you to choose a russian wife any day over an american. I would clean out your savings, pay your rent or mortgage in advance, pick a place there and go live for 3 to 6 months. In a nice sized city it will cost you 300 bones a month to live large. No budgeting for NightFlight like activities, but you won't need it. Go where you have contacts, or develop some fast then go. You will need protection. A local mob guy will watch over you for a price. This is tricky-let a local ex pat you trust do it for you. I am not an expert-do your own research on this before you go. That way you can see many women and find a quality gal. You will see them every day, see thri friends & family. You will see them at parties, see if they go to casinos (hotbeds of crime & prostitution) and sorry to be blunt, you will have more sex than you can handle and fall in love everyday. There is a trade off. The russian soul is a simmering pot, it explodes. The woman are firey & sexy, but volatile. Go if you can. It is like traveling to India in the 19th century for love and adventure. it is the opportunity presented to our generation to live like a viceroy. DO IT IF YOU CAN.
Point is, the writing e mail 1 week visit, 1 week return visit then visa is a total stab in the dark, as I hope my experiences have shown. The agencies will blow you about the process, but they make a fortune on guys who write & write, & never come.
Incidently, if you do go, be very wary of the english interpretors. Many are nice, but many will work you like you didn't know was possible. For cash, dinners. They will sabotague you with gals to keep you to themselves, even if it is just to live good while you are there. MOLEY's test, meet a girl. If she lives with her parents, way good sign. Ask her to choose the reataurant (let her do it this one time) If she takes you to an expensive palce, probably a gold diger. If she has never been to a restaurant before, well good sign. This happened to me! Be wary
In Russia, being american and good, or even average looking, you are treated like a rock star. Beautiful woman 20 years younger than you hang on your every word, cater to your every whim, and want to love you. As I have seen, getting beyond the first exhilerating days of courtship into compatibility are quite different. Each of the ladies I described to you wanted a happy marriage. Some didn't know how to do it.
I just picked my buddy up from the airport- he went to Russia, 2nd trip to see his gal. They were engaged, then broke it off, and he is bitter about it.
If you go, know exactly what you are looking for. I didn't. I saw photos on the web, or video tapes and said I want her. I went and got her. And it sucked. Be brutally honest with yourself and what you want, because there, you will get it.
When you go, be yourself. Don't kiss up to women like we all must here. Make all the decisions. Women there will think you are weak if you always ask them, what do you want to do? What do you want to eat.(second date) Instead say, we are going to xxx cafe. I will eat xxx. Your lady will then say, I would rather go to yyyy. Then go to yyy. Treat her well. Be very attentive and shield her from things like drafts, & drunkards. She will love you for it, b/ in Russia most women are on their own. If you have some wierd personality traits, don't hide them, show them. Russian women are very accepting of this. My male russian friend said this is their womens' best trait, acceptance of bad character traits. Don't beg, whine or be mealy mouthed about sex, having it, or having a particular kind (come on you do it here, I do it, it is our culture). If you want a quickie this afternoon, ask for a quickie. If you want long love making session, do it. These women want to give you their love, and they will try to please you. Yes, they will be shy, but they will love you as you like. Here, a lot of AM will say they won't do something because "it degrades them" or "it is indicitive of the historical and socio economic systematic explotation of me and all sisters who have come before me" No pun intended. OK enough.
The empire bulider has found someone new and they are doing the visa. Oxsana has found herself a millionaire and is doing the visa. Kate told my friend she doesn't want to lose time waiting for me. Sooooo I am going back in a few days, to see Kate, and to see another gal I met. Dammit this is my last trip. I swear it. This time I am armed with criterion for choosing a wife and I will report back my results. Oh and I had lunch and a nice walk with my ex wife today...
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Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1999 20:16:57 -0400
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Subject: 1998 trips Part 10 & I respond to Doubting Thomas
I have received a lot of private posts that are supportive, and I appreciate the few guys who have championed me publicly. It is nice to be anonymous because I generally have little or no reaction to the criticism.
Let me dispel a couple of myths. Prositutes & Me: Guys, I only had one night with the two NightFlight gals. Also, the casino girl I liked a lot, and my buddy later found out she was a hooker, albeit part time, which is common there. I saw hookers EVERYWHERE. Go to the River Boat Casino in Kiev. They dance in the front of the small dance floor, lined, 8 or 10 at a time, dancing by themselves that is.
Do all women there sleep with their bosses? I don't know, but it was a common story I heard from many ladies.
Was I irresistable to all RW? No. I met many women in the agencies who were not interested in me. I had my share of gals see me and say, no thanks, and walk out. In So Cal, I would have no chance of hooking up with a gal under say 30 unless she too was divorced w kids. Most of the russian ladies had a child, and didn't care about mine. Note, the UW didn't become intimate until my 3rd trip, and only near the end. This is not bowling her over. Olga was only intimate on the last night of the third trip to see her. I think russian women, generally are more chaste than american woman. Why? They won't even let you kiss them on the cheek until you are very serious. The point is, once they let loose, some are very sensual, others are not. The ones who are sensual, & experienced, far surpassed any AM I have known. Why does this statement bother some of you? I have heard French woman are way better lovers than AM. All AM? I don't know, but I can believe that some cultures are freer than ours about sex. Russians sunbathe topless, as does the rest of the world-except us. Anyway. I think the thing I posses that the RW like, and that help you with your lady, is that I am a confident man. I am funny too. I believe it or not, a pretty sincere guy.
I joined the list a while ago. I logged in under an anonymous name for this stuff so I would be unafraid to be totally honest. I don't know who this Dr. Batch is, I generally hit delete at all the flames and bickers I saw.
Why did I write this stuff. Because I was taking personal inventory in 1998, and think I wasted a lot of time enjoying the chase, rather than making hard decisions early, and getting serious about chosing a partner.
May I say that some of you are hostile, and hence think I am making this stuff up, because it totally shatters you fantasy about RW. They are not all angels. It is not the promised land for wives. There are as many good ladies as bad, just like here. The agencies want you to believe that they are all angels, but I have seen gals at the casinos woking as hookers one night, then meeting guys from the US at the agency the next day. Russia is a much harder colder grittier palce than most care to imagine. Your lady is coming from that environment. Get used to it. Also, from a cultural point of view, it is the wild east there re sex-with regular women and prostitutes. Remember, not all ladies want to slep with rock stars, but a lot more want a rock star over you & me. In Russia, you are a rock star. A viceroy.
I also wrote this because I have seen too many pilgrims on the immigrant express (Delta 31 Moscow to New York) saying, doing and thinking incredibly stupid things about RW. Total dufess stuff. Looking at them like they would think & react like AW. Thet won't they are very different.
So be upset but:
Moley says writing is lame. First one there wins. Going to see one gal is lame. Deciding after 1 or even 2 trips is courting disaster. Deciding w/o being intimate, a lot, is crazy (remember Olga-zombie is bed-do you want to find this out after she is here, and you are out all the cash and all your friends want to meet her?) Not being a man and getting exactly what you want is a wimpy american trait that my russian friends have exorcized from me.
A more pleasant thought. I hold a ticket in my hands to fly tomorrow to Moscow. If I get work done, I will go. You see, I remember Kate, my last night there. I woke up at 3 am, hungry, and went into the kitchen of her flat. Seconds later, I heard her padding behind me, pulling on her robe. She sat me down and pulled out a bunch of food for me to eat, made tea, escorted me back to bed, cleaned up the kitchen, then returned ot bed herself. That is a russian woman-good or bad temperment. What really convinced me to stick with the russian women is seeing russian couples. Of course, there are happily married people there!
One big fat guy was huffin & puffin carrying all the luggage for he & his wife at the airport. He wife pulled out a hankerchief, and genltly dabbed the sweat from his face, and carresses his cheeks a bit, like a mother to a child. And they were at least 50 years old. The other was a beautiful woman, who was with her two children and husband on the plane. She took care of their every need. Being a father myself, I was amazed at her patience, and had to turn around to see if she was for real. She was-and she was my idea of the kimd of woman I want. Good God-do you think my future wife will recoil when she hears I have had sex with other women? Nyet. 4 women and two (well 1 & 1/2) hookers in 12 months is not exactly slayin em brothers.
A couple of you know who I am, you met me in Russia. Write to the list and tell your stories, and tell em the Mole is real. Unite and rally to the truth.
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Date: Tue, 5 Jan 1999 22:26:15 -0400
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Subject: Trips 1998 Cut the Crap Guys
I hate to deprive many of you of your new found hobby "Is the mole real", but come on!
Lester, e mail me with your telephone number, or an assurance that if I give you mine to contact you privately you will keep inviolate:
My name
My screen other name on the list
In exchange I will be available to him for any questions, heck, I'll even fax him pages out of my passport, my frequent flier statement, photos, whatever
Also, although it is titilating to think I land, I grab, I screw, with each of these gals I made two or three trips to see, spent thousands of dollars in phone calls, and AT&T language line calls to develop relationship.
You don't get it- I did not go there to get laid. I developed relationships with the best gals I could find, became intimate AS ALL NORMAL PEOPLE DO, and then found out some stuff e.g. frigid, liar about past sexual experience, stinky, multi orgasmic..
Guys, read Lynn Vission's book. I did. Russian LIE situationally. The soviet system fostered people who exercise situational ethics (my definition of amoral). Are they evil?, no but this will help you understand them. Only when I told Kate that a previous russian girlfriend related she had been beat up and sort of a sexual slave to her mafia boyfriend did Kate reveal the father of her child smacked her around too and expected sex on demand. This is way I TELL you, that if you are a slow, considerate lover, many ladies will be blown away because they have not experienced it. This was my experience.
Note well-I depart tomorrow, and no longer fly Trasaero by the by, so wrap the Lester thing up now, or it will wait a week.
chill
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Date: Wed, 6 Jan 1999 11:21:49 -0400
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Subject: I describe NightFlight & an apology!
This is too easy. Also not a very good indicator of the validity of my writings or my existence. Responding to this will only invite more inquries "describe the lunch room at the Metropol" Wouldn't a better question be "compare & contrast the opera houses in Kiev, Moscow & Petersburg?"
I won't respond to any more of these. Here goes. Your first vision of NightFlight hits you as you pass through passport control at Shem 2. The first baggage carosoul, seldom used, has a big ass yellow sign with Night Flight (hereinafter NF) written on it. In case you didn't ntice, NF's colors are yellow background, black writing and blue emblem saying "night club Moscow" I just pulled out a matchbook. It is located at Tverskaja Str. 17, tel 011 7 095 229 4165. Ask any cabbie. The outside is non descript. 5 or six protection guys milling around outside. Enter, cashier on the right, coat check on the left, bathrooms, right there in the entry. The first 10 feet or so are kind of narrow, there are bench like seats on the right. To your left is a slightly raised area with tables and bench seats You are seperated from this by a low wall (3-4 feet? and a rail) Motiff is like any US type loungue, kinda nice. To enter this are just described, you have to walk a few feet down, turn let and step up into this area. There is a starcase in the back of this area that leads you upstairs. Continuing on past the first 10 feet or so, the main bar is on your right. Very long (30 feet?) on the left of this area are low tables. Keep going and the very small dance floor is on your right, with an incredibly steep staircase to the second floor next to the dance floor. Turn around from the stairs, you are looking back at the bar area. Dance floor, then stair case, then another area just next to the stair case opens up, and there are a lot of tables there, also another staircase upstairs. Upstairs has more of a red lobster kind of feel. Another large bar along the entire right side. Good place for quiet conversation or to eat. On the left side of this L shaped upstairs are tables, two abreast, where people eat & talk. Is there a bathroom at the end of the bar upstais? I think so.
Really, this is unworthy of the Mole.
I also note that as my accounts are related back & forth in flames, I am having sex with more & more whores, and women are boning me at the drop of a hat. A reminder, the quickest bone from meeting to consumation was Oxsana, and that was on my second visit to her, after 5 dates, and lots of calls and e mails.
I have not heard any response from Lester or anybody about verifying my ident. Dohenyboy said "I know Moley. Moley is a friend of mine, and senator, you are no Moley." Any questions? By
the By look at Dohenyboys posts- He has traveled way more than me.
The private posts you send me are great and should be on the list. Guys are a lot more open and honest posting privately.
AN APOLOGY: Yes my stories are short and disorganized, and I left out a lot of details. I really thought not too many people would be interested, and I didn't want to appear (more) pompous and take up list space with more thoughts and details. If there is some consenses, I could go through again, reorganize, and provide more details & observations. I would label them unabridged, so anyone who didn't want them could skip them.
What is thy will?
Later, I have a night flight to Moscow this evening.
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Date: Thu, 14 Jan 1999 02:06:47 -0400
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Subject: Why Anonymous and another trip post
Hi Guys
I am anonymous, as someone asked me, because I know a lot of guys on the list, and I don't want them to know details about my life. One clown, I guarantee, would tell my ex, because he is dying to date her. I also don't want to burn the russian gals for other guys. I don't care if somebody doesn't think I am credible.
I left for Russia last week. Had a nice trip, but not really fire up to spill and analyse. I saw Kate and we had a great time. She is a sweetie. Reality is setting in-it is time to fish or cut bait, which means K-1 or lose her, which means settle down & ....
One item of interest. At a very nice dinner with Kate, and we talked about why she never says how she feels about me. She has told other people that she loves me, (and they have told me) but has not said it directly to me. She said there will be a time for it (saying I love you) , but it had not come yet. She said I should instead pay attention to what she does to know her true feelings. Her friend was with us, and said it is true, Russian women will not express how they feel about a man readily/initially. Her friend related a story from another gal meeting an american guy. This woman finally quit seeing the AMm because he kept asking her to tell him how she felt about things. Intereseting, and debunks the myth that the gals just want out with anybody.
Kate is really well known at the agency, for good reasons, she has met about 25 american guys, and not been interested in any previously. Not that I am so cool but a lot of them were older, or she just didn't connect with them. She and I do connect.
There is another gal in the agency who has been meeting guys from the US for four years, and not married because she has not met someone she liked, and she is quite attractive and interesting, so that is not the issue. On the subject of age difference, we are 12 years apart. She thinks 10 is right. My parents had an 11 year age difference, and that seemed to work out well. Kate's experience was that a lot of russian guys in their 20s didn't have the roots sunk in to be responsible (calm down, not all russians, just the ones she knew.
You know, going there so much, it really sinks in how hard life is there. It is a major undertaking to do anything, even to wash clothes. Any woman who meets you and has a nice appearance has put a lot of time in to present herself well, so appreciate it please. I was told that even if a woman only has one or two dresses, they will always be clean and neat. It is a little sobering to start meeting a gal and she wears the same thing every day, and apologizes for it. Kate has so few clothes in her closet. I come home and look at the stacks and stacks of clothes I have everywhere.
We are really lucky here.
Another note, someone was spinnin because my posts had odd line breaks. I don't know why this is. When I send them they are properly formatted, but when I receive my copy in my mailbox, it has all these wierd gaps and whatnot and soforth as they say sometimes.
These are the things that are on my mind now.
Maybe more later gator
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Date: Sun, 21 Feb 1999 05:15:02 -0400
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Subject: I am leaving the [board]
I just returned form a trip, 8 days, and I am completely discouraged and downheated on the russian woman adventure.
I fell big time for my gal, and I am home now and know it will not work.
She is 80% great, but that other 20%! I have never been talked to so rudely or crudely. She exploded because I didn't order her strawberries for dessert with her dinner! Said I was uncivilized, (I didn't see the link between not ordering for her and being berated for my manners, which are excellent, by the way)
I had been warned by translators that the lady had a temper and was rough, but I have never seen such a transformation. One minute angelic, then the next absolute witch.
I can't fault her. She is exacltly what she appears like, beautiful, 25, with a child by a man she never married, who is in prison for armed robbery, she works in a disco, and her last two boyfriends were both married men. So what is the surprise?
I give up the pursuit and un subscribe from the list.
