My lady was quite upset at some young boys who hadthrown a large piece of sow/ice into the street. They were standing on the lawn - next to her balcony watching cars drive by and attempt to dodge the obstacle. She said something about how they would not respect her yelling and that they needed a MAN to yell at them.
I told her it wasn't going to work very well if I went out and yelled the only Russian words I knew which were:
Which is English, of course, means "HELLO!....EXCUSE ME!.....GOODBYE!"
Not exactly enough to strike fear into the heart of a bunch of boys.
Pimping is a pefectly resectable profession. It served my father, my fathers father and my fathers fathers father well. They dug wells all over southern Englnd installing pimps. They were vital members of the community.
Norwegian I like the idea of the willy warmer. It is practical and completely in line with my "The South Will Rise Again" campaign. Tomorrow I will buy knitting needles and wool.
Orange I think so I won't lose anything in a hunting accident.
Some bastard bought all the Viagra across the entire southern United States. If I find him there will be a mugging.
Scott: I would have told them about my long pencil had I known the words. Of course an accurate descrption might have humbled them to the point of scarring those small boys for life.
Oh wait. You were actually talking about a pencil - never mind.
And guys - you know in some cultures (Inuit (Eskimo)) a man is only considered to be hositipal if he offers his wife to his guests, Now if WE had a culture like that - there might be more movement toward a get-together party for all of us in this forum - so that we could actually sample what it is that we are so proud of having found over there - from EVERYONE.
Course I wouldn't be able to attend such a party - because what I found is just for ME.
Ive been to California. Spent nearly a week there when I was 16. (some 32 years ago). And not one guy, not even ONE! offered his wife to me. Boy was I upset. That's why I haven't been back in 32 years!
I have been awake since 4.30 thinking about all this. I think today will be difficult. I am going to finish up drinking too much coffee and I will be wired all day too. I don't think I will bother sleeping tonight I will just sit by the back door with my suitcase and wait for dawn. 27 hours until my friend picks me up and carts me off to the Greyhound bus station. But who is counting.
Just to top this off there was no email from her this morning! I ususally get up to a message in the morning, today nothing. She has changed her mind. I knew it. She found out about the cleft pallet and my wooden leg. Also that weekend in Sanibel Island.
Seriously this is nerve wracking. I am so used to striking out time and time again with American women that naturally I am programmed to expect failure like a pavlovian dog. It would be tragic to put all this effort in not to mention time and money and 'wipe out' yet again.
Frankly if I do fall on my face I think I will cut my losses and try a Latin country like Colombia. At least there would be much less of a language and culture problem. It is also closer and cheaper to fly to. I could go every few months. It is just a couple of hours on the plane. I think I am just nervous.
It is horrible to think this way but after so many non returned emails and phone calls with American women it causes you to doubt your very being. They manage to make you feel like nothing. If any man wants to quickly undermine his own self esteem the quickest way is a 3 month stint on Yahoo Personals. A couple of dozen ignored emails will take the wind right out of your sails pronto. Then there are the phone calls or even dates and then nothing. You are wondering what happened? Is it my aftershave?
I am convinced half of it is money the other half is competition. Unless you look like Brad Pitt and/or make minimum $75,000 you are worthless.
Snowolf is going to Iraq, Bastard Kid is already there. Those guys are putting their lives on the line to try to do their own little bit to improve this world. Make it safer and more tolerable for everyone. You would think that finding a lady who is for real here in the States would be a snap for them. They are heros. You would think women would melt. The second world war spawned God knows how many relationships due to this. What happened?
This is the non joking Izi, the one who is fed up with rejection, intolerance and superficiality. This is the guy who has decided to try at this late point in life to find a true woman in Russia or somewhere else, anywhere else rather than suffer the bullshit that pervades the west.
Guys I have to tell you that England was no better. At least American women don't look too bad. Take a look at one of the English dating services and then rush off to an optometrist. You'll need one.
I must say I thought the women in Holland were beautiful, friendly and available but..........
Ok I have sort of got this out of my system and will try to return to normal transmission service. Just nerves and frustration at out plight. Good luck to all of us.
And God bless us each and every one. Shit I just fell over Tims crutch. Little bastard leaves it all over the place.
Oh my oh my... Don't let the nerves take you out izi.
This is going to be like stealing candy from children,
you will have the best time ever, with a wonderful woman, and I am sure she had a good reason not to write this morning.. May be she have a lot to do before you come? Or, may be the internet connection failed this morning... It happens to my girl all the time, we sit and talk in icq or messenger, and suddenly she loose connection.. Don't worrie mate, you have found your girl, now it is up to you and her to find that chemistry thing, the rest of it seem to be great. May be she was busy this morning, knitting a willywarmer for you?? ;)
Relax my friend, you will do just fine over there!
And one more thing.... When you have been in a FSU country, I really don't think you will think of Latin America ever again :))) This is a completely different world!
I understand what you are talking about. Including the part about Yahoo ads. When I first found myself single I had no idea of what I was going to do. I could not develope a "pick up" line that worked if my life depended upon it. And though I did discover that local girls looked better in bars at closing time, particularly if you had consumed A LOT of beer - there was really nothing there that met even my ebbing lower standards.
A woman I knew suggested I advertise on Yahoo. She was not particularly good looking (quite fat) and she told me she got HUNDREDS of responses. Being a guy, but at least in shape, I expected that I would not get as many, but I thought I would get SOME. I wrote the same ad that a lot of guys write "Nice guy, family oriented - enjoys walks on the beach and candle light dinners.....". I got NO RESPONSES, ZERO. ZILCH. And the ad was up two months.
So partly out of sarcasm, partly out of desperation, I wrote what I called my "Conceited Ad". It said:
"6'2" 195, MBA, Mensan, Student Pilot, 3 BAs"
"Okay I admit it. I am shamelessly listing all my credentials right up front because isn't that all you really care about anyway? Sure I enjoy "moonlight walks on the beach" and "candle light dinners" just like every other guy lists, but who doesn't? But what you really probably care about heraing is that I'm licensed to broker real estate and I'm a certified scuba diver......" (blah, blah, blah you don't need to read the rest.)
Amazingly - that ad worked. But far from receiving HUNDREDS of responses as my female friend did. I got maybe one or two per week. Most of the women (as you might have guessed) divorced with dead-beat husbands - looking for a guy with money (which I DON'T have a lot of).
The only really good thing about the ad was that it attracted a Russian woman who lived some 150 miles away from me. And she was 15 years YOUNGER than I was (which was something I could not get over) and she was beautiful. Time would prove that she was alos a gold-digger, but she had the most incredible personality I had ever met until that time - far beyond that of any American woman.
When things did not work out - I TRIED the Conceited Ad again and got the same results. And I quickly realized that there was nothing in this country for me - thre was nothing compared to my Russian lady. So I realized that I had to go to the FSU.
Izi - you will do WONDERFULLY over there. Even if things do not work out with this girl (which of course I very much hope that they do).
It IS a different world over there - as different as if you had landed on Mars or Jupiter. If I had not experienced it for myself I never would have believed it.
No matter what - my next bride will be Russian. And if, God forbid, that marriage does not work out - I will go back looking for another.
Very rarely in life, izi, do you irrefutably find a perfect solution for an age-old problem that has plagued you and all of us for so long. This time you HAVE. and agree that once you have been there you will not even consider a Latin American country again. It is a different world.
My life has chaged since I discovered women of the FSU. And I will NEVER go back to the way it was.
I'm looking for a good real estate agent to sell my homes, lol j/k
Come on down to south florida we'll go scuba in the Tortugas (I'm certified too) couldnt resist to throw in 2 cents worth of comment =)
I agree that I WILL NEVER go back to the was it was either.
I'd love to come down and scuba dive sometime. I have all the equipment and my lady wants to vacation in Florida (not surprisingly) soon after she gets here. I have this little nagging problem. however, in the form of my arm being in a sling for the next six weks or so following shoulder surgery.
Unfortunately I am only licensed to broker real estate in Wisconsin - and I don't actually do that. Though I keep the license active by taking Continuing Education every two years - its strictly for investment purposes.
Thanks for your support. I mentioned Latin girls because it is the path of least resistance. Kind of had it with that too though. After all I was married to a Cubana for 12 years. I am just very comfortable in Latin culture now, it has been a long time. I eat fried bannanas with the best of them. When I order una colada con un pastelito queso it is done with a Cuban accent! Takes them a second to figure out I'm a gringo. I'm just apprehensive ignore me. I'll get over it. Just last minute doom and glooms.
You get so used to everything going down the tubes without any warning that you become preconditioned to failure. I have a friend at work who is in the same boat. He keeps saying he is going to do this too but he never gets off his butt. Kind of gets back to that thing about the number of guys that write and the number of guys who actually go. I have a feeling that a lot of guys where I work are watching me. One or two for sure.
Ok.. I will do it any way... (why did I ask polite in the first place?? LOL)
Don't bring those thoughts with you on the plane... Leave them at home, smile and be happy! Be optimistic!!! Be proud to be among the few guys that dare to take the step towards happiness! I read somewhere that only 5% of the men flirting with women in foreign countries actually get their ass on a plane... You belong to the elite man!!!
Just go there with a open mind, enjoy the flight, nature and everything you see...
Love will find a way if it is ment to be...
Where did toad go?? Have he left for the airport already, or is he still packing and unpacking??? Or.. did he realize the benefits of a willywarmer, and are knitting so fast his fingers are blue???
Norwegian think everything will turn out a success :)))