DAY 2 cont: I figure I should hit send before I get kicked out of forum for delay of game.
So we are walking everywhere and she is balancing herself on the balls of her feet. Meanwhile junior is running around and getting into mischief. "ANDRUSHKYA!!! ANDRUSHKYA!!!!" All day long she is reigning him in. Cool kid though.
Later we make it back into twon. Take a bus for a few stops and have a bits. Then we take the bus back to central Kiev. There is a place to eat that caters to children. We have dinner and a few drinks. Miss Universe starts out with a couple pina colladas. Then somewhere along the way the way there is a glass of red wine in her had. By now she is sitting with her leg over my lap. Which reminds me -- I now remeber the night before, We had fun, great time and got very familiar with each other.
Anyway around ten o'clock she drops the bomb. She has to go outside for a smoke. I'm not happy about it but it does say that she smokes in her profile. I remember the reason I wanted to meet her in the place. I didn't think someone from earth could actually looke like that.
After dinner we walk to downtown area and get a cab. While we are waiting for cab she sets her purse on a bench. A cab shows up and she runs to greet cab to be sure it is hers. Suddenly she remembers her purse. We go back to the bench-- it is gone. Couple sitting nearby says two kids graabed it and ran that-a-wat. Me and interpretor chase up steps and start looking for purse. Made a valiant attempt but knew it was a waste of time. Miss Universe gets into cab without purse. We agree to meet again tomorrow. Walk interpretor, from here out, Mary to subway. Go home. Stop for a beer and potatoe skin at a place called ....something potato...
BTW - try to find an umbrella in Kiev... It has rained everyday at some point. It was pouring at noon yesterday when Miss Universe showed up.
I awaken early as usual. Grab camera and go for a walk. I head to the double coffee for breakfast again. Had the peasant omlette. Basically what is know as a farmers breakfasr in USA. I learn something new everyday, Especially in a foreign land. My lesson for today, Ordering sausage with your breakfast means a fucking hot dog. I'm not kidding.
I go to the globus just to walk around and check things out - still looking for a fix for my computer power problem. As I am window shopping - mostly checking out the help I realize there a re a thousand purses for sale. So I start purse shopping trying to find one that was a close match to Miss Universe's. I finally settle for something close. a nice Italian purse ON SALE! for 1600 grb. I take the purse home and the agency informs me I have a meeting at 2 PM with Vicky, And another at 5 PM with Irina. Great! I spent the morning purse shopping for Miss Universe and find out I am meeting two different women later. I tell them to cancel meeting with Irina- whom I never even had an original date with. I decide what the hell, meet Vicky. Vicky shows up in worn blues jeans with a couple holes in them and very casual shoes and top. Miss Vicky looks like anyone you would see in wal mart on a Saturday morning. Except for one thing. She is very good looking and has the finest ass I've had the pleasure to touch if a few days. Apparently I am the very first Americansky she has ever met. Profile was outdated and she came along for the hell of it. She was one I indicated elslewhere that was one of the 5 that I just went with to have 5. Lasted less than two hours, She had to leave to get back to her shop. I would have gladly sent her packing sooner. But I can only imaging that she is very demanding in bed. She defintiely had the 'I want to fuck you silly' body and attitude. Little brain was very aware sitting next to her.
While I was waiting for miss vicky I had a chance to use internet. Miss Amaerica has sent me an email and wants to know why I didn't answer her phone call yesterday. OH SHIT??? The gorilla my dreams is alreaady pissed off at me and we haven't met. I finally get a girl at the agency to show me how to get the phone to ring. I call Miss America. We were supposed to meet yesterday and she called at 3. Wants to know why I didn't answer her calls. Trying to explain to a brilliant woman who you would kiss the toilet seat she uses that you are a complete idiot took a lot of brilliance as well. Hell I was with miss universe all day. I think I did my best not to lie to her. She indicates we will meet tonight. Fuck me. I call Mary and tell het to get a hold of miss universe that I have to cancel. I have Mary and the agency making urgent calls to miss universe. Meanwhile as far as I know I am meeting two ladies at the same time and place.
Finally around 5:30 miss universe calls agency and receives bad news. I breath a sigh of relief. I call Miss America and ask her what would be appropriate attire. Long story short. ME: Nice pants, shoes, shirt and sports coat. Miss America: ratty jeans, simple top, and sneaks. She explained later that she was in a suit all day and just wanted to relax. We go to this little restaurant. 4 pots of tea, she ordered two eel sushi, I order 4 ea tuna and salmon, we share three different rolls and each have a salad- hers European style salad, mine Japanese style salad, She gets a fork and I get chopstix. I forget the cost. I should start hanging onto receipts. I think I got out of there for under 700g
We talk about life. Though she was not big on replies, She could pretty much recount the letters I sent her.
Back to day three:
Miss America plans our date for tomorrow - today. day 4. I give her a peck on the cheek and I learn a valuable lesson. First of all, these women are not shy about asking for their cab fare - I'll spot them that. Miss Vicky was a teacher but started up a retail business because teacher salary was very low.
Back to lesson learned. Always, always, always. Have small bills in your pocket. She wanted to get change for me from the cabbie but it was pouring down rain and I put her in the cab- told her she could give me change tomorrow.
Later today I will find out if Miss America is really Miss America.
9PM Miss America is in cab heading home. I go back to apartment. I call Mary and explain my upcoming activities. I also call girl in Kiev 1. GK1 was very open and we talked for a bit. We agree to meet later today. I told her I have a date at 630 so we can only spend a little time together. She's cool about it. Since she and I are meeting as "friends" but she says, 'you never know where freindship can lead'
The guy from the tour company calls me and confirms everything is cool - contacted this guy from JFK to set up visit to chernoyl nuke site that blew up. Haven't been in contact with this guys for three days. Miss Russia and I are heading to the "ZONE" The RED FOREST etc.
So now I have to figure out how to get purse to Miss Universe. Not piss off Miss America. And make it very clear to the agency to not schedule any more meetings. Because all I want is to try on Miss Americas panties. On my head. With her still in them!!!
Miss America is very clever and is already asking when I leave etc. I have to come clean with her I think. Miss Russia is coming into town on Thursday for four nites. Sorry Miss America but I will be sharing my bed with another lady for the next few days, See you Monday for a farewell kiss. Tomorrow Miss Universe will thank me personally for the new purse - I asked Mary if she wouldn't mind being there so I would know exactly what MissU was screaming - and she could join in if she wanted. She passed bless her heart. Mary hang out with us, excuse us for a while and we catch you on the back end. It's funny -- to interpretor "Was it good for you?" You know the story all women's magazines tell you. Ask a woman what she likes in bed. Brings new meaning to the word threesome. Plus I have this brand new super-whammy-dyne digital movie camera. She could double as camera operator and translate everything while me and Miss Universe are going at it. I'll triple her salary just for the novelty of it. And I'm sure she'll eventually lose control and take off her clothes to join in. I would have to end my life if that happened. Nothing more to look forward to after that experience.
BTW -- Miss Universe and I were practically going at it under the table as we sat across from Mary -- If anyone needs an interpretor I'll will get you in touch with Mary. She is heading for US for a time this summer but she is absolutely by far the best. A good interpretor makes or breaks a date. Either she was making it up herself -- funny -- Miss Universe is ready to go -- I may be changing my name to Julian69
In all honesty I don't think Miss Universe and I will make it in the long run.
From your posts, I picture you like Dorothy in the middle of the tornado!
Practical matter: if you haven't already fixed your computer, or found a more convenient internet cafe -- I assume you're staying very close to Maidan Nezhaleznosti. As I recall, there's one right on the Maidan (on the right side, as you're heading from McD's toward Kreschatik). If you then turn right along Kreschatik, there's one on one of the side streets to your right, and a couple of blocks one right on Kreschatik (on the right side) that's up a flight of stairs, and open 24 hours. There's also one in Metrograd (the giant underground shopping center) downstairs at the big circular "atrium". These should all be pretty close to your apartment.
Your posts are inspiring and frightening at the same time ;) Keep them coming! Reading with great interest.
I sooo think that miss universe is setting you up for a sting :-). Displays of piety, the kid, all will ruthlessly used to gain your trust. As for supposed "theft" incident - I don't know which I find harder to believe: that a Ukraine woman would let a purse leave her hand much less take her eyes off it for even a millisecond ... or that she would bother with such an elaborate ruse to get you to buy her something :-).
Not sure if this is fact or fiction but it is like reading a book on finding love in the fiction section of your local bookstore!!!! Not sure if it the past or present when reading but it could definately fit the soap opera mode.
What Kiev in crisis......seems to me everyone is making out....the agency, the interpreter and even the girls and hopefully julian can join them!!!!Not sure why you went julian to ukraine...a sex trip?? I think you blew it when you hit on the interpreter...unless you know russian, I am positive the interpreter told every girl about your advances, so you will not be taken very serious and probably looked at as a sex tourist.....and from your posts, it does seem that way!
By the way, don't add up your receipts yet, wait to you get home, don't want to spoil your good time. Bit of advice if you may, just get your interpreter to take you to River Palace, then for $200-$300, you can for sure get your rocks off with a wide range of Miss Universe's, Miss World's and Miss Galaxy's....why limit yourself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;-))) Then you can come back here and I would like to hear that story!!!!
I am also curious what this agency is charging for meetings....$40-$50 a pop???
facts: flew in on delta - direct flight, took off late, arrived early, when I have more time I will tell you the agency I used in direct mail- I will not post here any real names or agencies - not until I am seafely back in the USA at least.
DAY 4
I typed and lost this earlier...
In the afternoon - after spending time at the cafe - I decide to have a lunch. No shit - to Americans are there. I get back to apartment and decide to call KG2. She wanders why I haven't corresponded with her in over three weeks. She remembers everything! Very sharp. She wants to no if we are going out for Japanese food as we discussed weeks ago. I told her I had Japanese last night with Miss America. BTW Beemer - would you prefer girl 1, girl 2 etc? I think using these names gives it a personal touch. And much easier for the writer to remember. They are just names.
Anyway, KG2(Miss Ukraine) and I decide to have dinner together tonight (day 5). Miss Ukraine and I already know that we are not made for each other. It will be nice to just spend time with someone - she speaks perfect English - and relax for a bit. While speaking to Miss Ukraine my phone dies. The agency happens to keep a supply of phone cards so I get another and install it. Almost immediately after phone is back on line I get a text from Miss America -- "CANCEL TODAY" Shit--now we know that Miss America is not really Miss America.
I have agency get a hold of Miss Universe. She is game. "Do I want an interpretor?" NO-THANKS!
I greet Miss Universe in the square. I take her by the hand and lead her to the 'nice apartment'.
I set out smoked chees, smoked salmon and open a bottle of sauvgnon blanc. Miss Universe is very pleased. We are unable to speak to the other but amazingly we have good communication skills. DR - somone told me the Ukraine women don't have very good oral skills. I must have found the exception. And one other thing, moaning and groaning and dah! dah! dah! dah! dah! do not need an interpretor.
At eleven she takes another shower and washes the sheets!!!
day 4 recap -- find internet cafe, get interviewed by local tv reporter, find to americans at cafe - one guy takes me back to show me his apartment -- his girl is quite impressed with mine - but I would rather have his. Miss America cancels date, Miss Universe comes through on short notice. I make arrangements to meet Miss Ukraine for later today.
I'm starting to hate the bitch pictured in the upper left corner of this screen. I just lost another post because of 'wrong' image code.
Beemer, I am not hitting on interpretor as you may think. We are having good natured fun with each other. She remindes me of someone's daughter for christ's sake!
Afew more observations: I hope I am not repeating but I keep getting tossed and losing what I write.
This is funny--- I have not seen any camels since I have been here. But I have seen plenty of camel toes!! I have said god damn about half a dozen times during the short walk to inet cafe. As for the number of men drinking beer on the street at 8 AM, I have seen a number of young ladies walking down the street at 9 AM working on a beer. Apparently they give the guys an hour head start.
Amazingly - men are much more willing to help an enlish speaking person than are women.
Funny- last night Miss Ukraine said to me to be careful. She hates to drive because the people here are crazy on the road--- but she also pointed out as I have noticed that they drive on the sidewalks too. A good girl watching out for me.
Another thing I noticed is that I notice the unmistakeable sound of high heeled shoes walking up behind me. These women stride - they don't don't walk.
Sex Tourist? Huh? Doesn’t that involve having sex? Hope the shower is warm and soap is soft because that’s the only possible “relief” I can see thus far. Here’s hoping the form improves.
Forget what all these guys say.If you havin a good time fair play.But when im in kiev i dont have time or interest to talk on this site im too busy havin a good time. If you want to take a girl out spend some money and take her to Decadance night club.The best.No tourists and the best decour and music.To be honest i find your story hard to believe.Are you really in Ukraine.Also tell your translator to come to my own apartment in kiev,Then she see the best on Khreschatya st in the centre
try this again...
meet with miss ukraine today -- 30 yr old, very nice -- we agreed ahead of time to meet just to be friends, first thing she tells me is she saw me on TV last night. Was very impressed with my camera presence and that I am a popular guy in Kiev. ?????? huh????
half way into dinner my phone rings -- it is mary telling me that miss universe is expecting to meet me at 6:30 -- 90 minutes away. I deal for 7 PM and finish ealry bird sushi with miss ukraine.
I'm hanging out in front of McDonalds at 7 PM. I have learned there are three things things mcdonalds is famous for. Egg McMuffin, goofy clown with red hair and "meet me in front of" in Kiev. Tonight I witnessed some other loser looking guy meeting this smoking hot young broad. Right on the steps of McDonalds. I knew immediately he was destined for failure.
Anyway, 7P comes around and no miss universe. 730 I decide to walk to agency and get a call in. Miss U was expecting me to call her --- HELLO??? I don't speak a word of Rusky. She will meet me in an hour. I call her an hour later. She must be a genious because when I started to speak she just said "ten minutes" and we both hung up. She shows up. We head for Obriens to meet a couple already there - a russian speaking woman who will double as translator. They are already gone. Me and miss universe are on our own again. We are doing the three way call with translator. Actually pretty f'in funny when you think about it. Miss U gets panicky and calls Mary. Then hands me phone. We go back and forth. I finally tell Mary that I am not leaving tomorrow but miss russia is coming into town and I need to be as good as gone from Kiev. Translator is very cool and works it out. After a couple beers and snack we head to nice apartment. After a couple hours she is in bed after taking shower and looking like it's see you in the morning.
I brilliantly start to pack my bags. Get suit case out and go through the motions of someone catching a plane at 7AM. Meanwhile the lite bulb in the kitchen explodes. Broken fucking glass everywhere -- and yep -- all the lights went out!!!! Fortunatley the TV still worked. Miss Universe is in bed watching russian music channel. Fortunately the seasoned traveller has a wind up flash light. Also found a candle and fired it up. Here I am cleaning up broken glass at 100 AM while miss universe is trying to weasel her way into spending the night and seeing me off to the airport. Then she is in the kitchen and I trying to keep her awar of the broken glass everywhere. And I am holding a flashlight in my teeth. After I clean up most of the glass, I am dragged into bed for another farewell - twenty minute quickie. Miss Universe get into cab outside nice apartment at 0130. Blowing kisses all the way down the street. I feel like a piece of shit.
gee, i thought this forum was a community of like minded people who come together to help each other.
funny how the people with the outrageous stores never can answer a simple question.
guys, i'm not saying that julian is telling stories, but if he's getting all this attention then he's a fuc*** stud. and if he tells you he's not then he's a fuc*** liar.
i've lived in kiev. its not a candy land for the average guy. and these girls are as cold as ice.