I’m willing to concede that Russian women actually living in Russia are different than Russian women living in the USA, but based on the many stories I’ve heard, I really doubt it.
At about 30 minutes into the discussion, she asked me if I could drive her to a friend’s house to drop something off.It was an odd request, but I went along with it because it was in the same neighborhood where we already were. However, she then asks me if I can drive her to yet another place to run some kind of errand before taking her back home.She had no car, so I picked her up at her apartment which was right by the bar we were going visit. I’ve been on an amount of first dates that numbers well into the triple digits, and I’ve had a woman this brazenly scream a constant stream of negativity like that, not to mention making me wait 40 minutes.On my way over, she sent me a string of long texts about exactly where I was supposed to park. Needless to say, I never texted her back after that.Today, I will demonstrate exactly why I had to very reluctantly, permanently boycott Russian women from my dating life.
As always, we need to get our definitions straight.
Secondly, I have zero experience dating women in Russia/FSU who actually live in Russia/FSU.
100% of my experience is with Russian women living in the West.
On that second date, before we went into a fancy bar, we took a quick walk around an adjacent mall. “It’s my birthday next week,” she said, again nodding at the perfume. Several times more, she kept trying to get me to buy this 0 bottle of perfume. We had only met one time before, and we had never had sex or anything else like that.
At the Nordstrom’s store, she stopped and started trying various perfumes. Finally, she realized I wasn’t going to buy her the damn thing, so she relented, and we went to the bar. In the car, while dropping her off back at her place, she got very sexual but didn’t get to sex (she refused to go to my place and refused to let me into her place).
I could tell this was a very bad idea, so I gently prodded her to move along. It was no big deal, and outside of the perfume shit, I had a good time. She responded again (after five minutes) saying that she was “almost ready” and would be right down in a “few minutes.” I really considered driving away, but I waited.