Hmm. It is not my way to disclose intimate details of my personal life. Smacks of the locker room. However, since I have been asked for more details on my four months in Russia, I will try and condense these into little snippets, to suit short attention spans and to save my typing.
It had been my hope that I might meet a lady in one of the Baltic countries, Czechoslovakia or Poland and bring them back to Portugal with me. No visa problems therefore no need to rush into marriage. Unfortunately I did not meet any that I liked sufficiently well, outside Russia.
I dated a German in Heidelberg. Another in Prague. 7 women in Riga, 3 in Tallinn.
The most memorable event in Riga was when I was robbed. A streetwalker picked me up when I was feeling vulnerable and I foolishly took her to a bar. She rubbed herself up against me, looked into my eyes sexily, kissed me tenderly and told me how handsome.. big.. adorable.. etc.. I was. You get the picture. In short, we ended up in the back of the van. She wanted to keep the light off and while she was gyrating with her back to me. She was removing the money from the wallet, left in my trousers. She then needed to 'pee' and stepped outside. What made it even more memorable was that I realised what she had done. It was one of those surreal moments when you feel totally detached from the experience.
I had to make a quick decision. Do I go after her, naked, or do I let her go? With 950 Euros at stake, the choice was pretty clear. I hared down the road after her and caught her at the same time as a wedding party turned the corner! Embarrasing? Groannn.. I puffed out my skinny chest and shrieked 'Call the Police! I've been robbed!' They stood there, stunned, like a rabbit caught in headlights, while I wrestled with the thief. She managed to get away by throwing some notes she had pulled out of her bra. I fell for it. Let her go, then counted the money. Only 200 Euros. Sigh.. sometimes we need to learn hard lessons. :-)
It wasn't until I reached Russia that my eyes really lit up. I spent 6 weeks in St.Petersburg and 2 weeks in Moscow. In St.P I dated 8 women, ranging from 26 to 36. In Moscow it was 4. I have also written to many others on Fiance.com and friendfinder.
All the women had great qualities and even the ones I did not see more than once, were better than your average English female. If only for their femininity and clarity as to their roles. I was always listened with respect. It felt good to be a man.
The Germans in Heidelberg and Prague were sensual and great fun but carried some ideas that most of us are trying to get away from. The Latvians and Estonians are becoming 'westernised'.
The women in Riga were very attractive but seemed to be a little physically fragile. I'm not sure I can put my finger on exactly what was bothering me.
Many of the Estonian women tended to have upholstered rear chassis'. I am not that struck by blondes. My personal taste tends toward brunettes.
I would say that 50% needed help with communication and either friends or translators pitched in.
Natalia, 32, a University lecturer, was everything I could have hoped for. Beautiful, fantastic figure, obviously educated, with a good grasp of English. I had my own apartment and we were passionate lovers for 6 weeks. There was a downside. Firstly she did not want marriage. Secondly we had to part. It was tough. A no-strings-attached 'roll in the hay' was becoming a deeper love. However, I was seeking a more permanent presence in my life. So I met other women, at the same time as we were seeing each other. Some amazingly beautiful women, who in the west would not give me the time of day, yet here were enchanting and most definitely interested.
I took one stunning woman out to a Jazz club one evening. She mentioned half way through the evening that if I bought her another drink she would seduce me. I turned her down! She had so many men interested her I decided to use reverse psychology and feigned no interest. Much to my surprise, it worked. You can imagine the rest...
Yet it is Natalia who had my heart doing flip-flops and I am trying to arrange for her to come and holiday with me. One of the qualities I liked about her was she would not let me pay for her. This was apparently unusual in Russia when dating.
I was told that Russian women ALWAYS expect men to pay for everything and that it is an insult not to do so. This became interesting. Some women chose expensive restaurants.. where I refused to pay or stay!.. while others chose pancake (bliny) houses. The latter, naturally, got my vote.
I have a 26 and a 29 year old Russian woman writing to me, with intensity and poetry. (I love the way the women write). I am minded to let these contacts wither on the vine. Why? Well. I am 47 and while in Russia age is not so much an issue, I just feel it may well be, if and when I bring someone back to the west. So, 32-36 seems right and is still younger than than I could expect back home.
Making friends was one of the joys of the trip. One of them can arrange a business visa for one year for 120 dollars. So I am going back to the FSU around April time to do some more wife-hunting and may well take 6 months doing it. Unless Natalia and I..
QuietCharm:
Robbed in Riga...eh? Seems to happen a lot there. Though if you read my posts you'll know that my robbery was of the knock-you-down-kick-you-in-the-head variety. And i eventually offered my money as doing so (specifically asking "Do you want money"?) seemed to be the only English my assailant understood and the only way I could get him to stop stomping me in the head.
And I agree whole heartedly with you that women in Riga are getting more westernized. And that is not an altogether good thing.
I will try elsewhere in the future (Ukraine, Moldova or Russia itself) Might even try a flier in Romania - again no visa needed - of course the women are not Russian and therefore my little knowledge of Russian won't help anyway. But Romanian women are beautiful as well.
750 euro's for a piece is pretty exspensive but if you ad in the embarresment of being naked as a jay bird out in the public,(a bad dream I am thinking) then that evens it out right, but it sounds like a great time just the same, all the positive things surley outweigh that negative. It sounds to me like Russia is where I will go when going time comes! You posted good and valuable information here, thank you!
Well I'm scratching Riga off my lists of potental visits. Sounds like I would feel safer walking through the Robert Taylor homes in
Chicago. Well I feel for you who got ripped, my concern is like anywhere else, we are targets for any scam thieves and bullshit like that. I watched it happen in the Phillipines, Japan, Hong Kong. I remember as an 18 year old getting robbed at knife point by some Filipino's who wanted to sell me an orange pop for 50 peso's. I ended up busting the little shit in the head with it and running like hell for the Shit River bridge. Police aren't going to help us anywhere. We are the foreigners. Talk about
corruption, nobody in the world can claim to be more corrupt than the Police in Olongapo City, Phillipines.
QC, I can't believe you fell for the " I'll screw him by stealing his money in this dark van, while he's preparing to screw me I'll pretend I have to pee and get the hell out of Dodge!" scam. That's the oldest one in the books. Seriously, except for a few misfortunes, it sounds like a trip of a lifetime. And you're talking about doing it again for six months. Where don't you work?
QuietCharm: When you refer to estonians having upholstered rear chassis - I take you mean that they have expanding western style rear-ends. I noticed that in Latvia as well. There were more over-weight women than I have EVER seen in any other FSU country - lots and lots of very pear shaped women. Along with the western attitudes and lifestyles (more cars and traffic jams than any other FSU country I've been too) the women seem to be taking on western dimensions.
Except for the one beautiful and wonderful Latvian woman I met (I dated four) I will not go back to Latvia. And there may even be a problem in that situation.
Seriously - regarding my assault - I was wearing a leather jacket with long sleeves, a sweater, and a shirt (it was chilly that night). I was able to cover my face with my arm and sleave well enough to fend off the direct blows so I only received a slightly fat lip - and a VERY bruised right arm. I knew I wasn't going to win this fight - kind of hard to offer much of an attack - from the position of laying flat on your back with your arm over your face. And I knew I would not be able to defend my head from the stomping for very long - which is why I offered up my money.
With the exception of the bruised right arm - and a few cuts on my left hand (and a fat lip which was gone in hours) I came away unscathed. Didn't destroy my vacation - and as muggings go - it wasn't too bad.
Police were very cooperative - we revisted the area twice that night looking for the remains of my wallet. And they even went and woke up a translator so that I could be understood. We traveled in several police vans during the night - and each time we got into one we had to wake up the occupants - as there was always at least one police officer stretched out and asleep in the back seat.
I used to work like everyone else.. too many hours. The rewards were good but the stress was the payoff. Unhappy at home, unhappy at work. Decided there was more to life and one day jumped on my motorbike and left it all behind. I travelled through France, over the French Alps, into Spain, finally landing in Portugal, where I now live. Classic mid-lifer. Steinbeck met many people on his travels through America. They all had one thing in common. They wanted to be somewhere else!
As to work? I do enough to allow me to travel and being free to do what I want is the most important requirement for me. I live quite cheaply and can also travel very cheaply... streetwalkers permitting. My life is now a good balance between work and play. I am not rich in a material sense but am far happier than when I accumulated a house full of 'necessities'I had no use for.
We only have one life and I tried to live the classic wife and two kids suburban ideal. It suffocated me. After 3 and a half years on anti-depressants to try to keep it all on track, with a materialistic wife whose idea of support was to keep me up to date with the daytime soaps, I finally threw in the towel. Maybe this life is not for me.
Wow, that has always been a dream of mine is to travel Europe
on a motorcycle. I do it a lot here in the states. Not nearly as
exciting as going someplace I've never been before. Though I highly reccomend a Trip to Stugis, South Dakota for their annual
motorcycle extravaganza. Most of the women I meet in Sturgis were really cool, but mostly unavailable due to the fact of being with one of the bikers. Most of them only had one materialistic thought was their mans Harley, which doesn't make them all bad. I did meet one really decent lady there last year and we have been writing each other, she rides herself and came with a small army of women bikers. Of American women she is probably one of the best I've met in a long time. Extremely independant and a man in her life isn't a high priority, she said she had enough of deadbeats in her life.
QC your story has the likeness of Kerouac's "On the Road" really interesting. You are correct life is not about money and materials things, been there and done that only to get my ass kicked in the long run. You don't have to pay much for experience and those things last a lifetime.
Father was in the army, I had a career in the Navy. Travel is in the blood. Maybe that's why I have been married three times. restless spirit. Have heard about Kerouac. Must find the book and read it one day.
All very interesting QC.
In 1984, I said enough with English women, English work and especially English weather. I bought a little red rucksack and liquidated everything into as much cash as I could. I then flipped a coin in my kitchen and it came up heads. So I bought a ticket for the USA. Otherwise I would have headed for Aus. I wandered using my thumb, trains, buses, planes for 18 months. I traveled from Newark NJ to Toronto Canada and then wandered south. I ended up in Mexico City in a Quaker house trying to assist with refuges from El Salvador and Nicaragua. Then on to Guatemala where I learned Spanish. Then back to the land of the electric can opener, where I have been stuck ever since. I opted for a regular job and then a wife for the green card and I think I have regreted ever since. Now I am a citizen and settled here but I would be a liar if I told you I like it, I don't. The happiest time of my life was mooching around North America like a ghost picking up bits of work wherever I could. I lived in youth hostels, cheap hotels and experienced the hospitality of the American people in more rural places. Once you are near a city, any city, they are awful. I am too old for that now, I want food on a regular basis and medical care, decent transportation and a nice air conditioned apartment. I often wonder though if I have not made a massive mistake.
The book that inspired me was Jupiters Travels by Ted Simon. Took him 4 years to travel around the earth on a Triumph motorcycle. I read it twice. Also another book called The Tropical Traveller. Also excellent.
Jetmba,
This tid bit was well glossed over in your post, as I am very curious please enlighten me to this Please!
Except for the one beautiful and wonderful Latvian woman I met (I dated four) I will not go back to Latvia. And there may even be a problem in that situation.
And there may even be a problem in that situation.
Sorry wessman: Can't say anything more about that for now.
Suffice it to say that she knows about this forum. I have already promised her that I will not write specifically about her (and except to say that she is beautiful, wonderful and fantastic (which she is) and that we drank a lot (which we did) I haven't said much about her. I will have to keep it tht way.
I hope things wil work out but I have reason to doubt. And she knows tht as well.