Dating in ussr
I drove her to her friend’s house, and she got out, dropped something off, talked to her friend for a few minutes, and got back in my car. I start shaking my head, but she pleads with me and says that it’s very close.
After confirming that the location is indeed close, against my better judgment, I agree. ” and angrily throws her package on the floor of my car, folds her arms, and looks out the window.
The time and effort necessary to overcome and/or deal with all of these negatives is not worth it, no matter how hot or smart they are, especially considering that the world is full of super hot non-Russian women.
She goes in, picks up her stuff, spends a few minutes, talks to someone for a bit, and then comes back out. All the way to her house, she gives me the silent treatment. She had a successful small business, doing biz both in the USA and Russia. I hit her up for a second date the day after and she eagerly agreed.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.I’m just being clear that I have no experience with these women while they’re living in their home countries; just those who live in the USA.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.She frowned at me, kept on smelling different perfumes, and asking the clerk there various questions. The next day, I texted her and hit her up for a third meet. After almost 40 minutes of this bullshit, she comes down.