Quote: (12-21-2011 09:31 AM)iknowexactly Wrote:
DAY 12: Jet Lag Receding and I Have started Approaching
I am becoming IKE the Beta Approaching Machine. Three Approaches today, a 8, a 7 and a 65 year old.
I complimented a 65-year-old on the bus on her a beautiful deep crimson wool coat and she looked at me with absolute hostile suspicion "What are you trying to scam me about?" I didn't say anything else or ask for anything so maybe later she'll let herself enjoy the compliment.
The 8 I said hello to on the street kind of looked right through me, the 7 Elena gave me two numbers (her friend's and hers and returned a text. Definitely under half my age, as I require. She's maybe 24, I'm 55.
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OK, here's some good day game intel, about 1.5 miles West ( I think) of the medieval city center is a big supermarket and multilevel indoor mall really good for day gaming. It's called Slipo.
The street level store is a very big supermarket competitive with a very good US supermarkets, it has a very good deli counter and I haven't gotten sick yet from it; they have baked chicken and carrot salad which I like. Also they have like 100 kinds of yogurt, etc, a very good selection of brandy.
Most all products have only Ukrainian/Russian descriptions on them, so you have to kind of guess what you're getting except all milk products have to have the fat percentage on them ( 1.5 through 70% for some cheeses) so that gives you some idea of what you're getting.
Today I explored the four additional floors above it which comprise a five-story indoor mall which was largely deserted except for the bored-out-of-their-skulls salesgirls!
It seems like there's a ton of clothes stores, but I think they're relatively overpriced because there really was hardly anyone there. Roughly half the workers were 18-30 girls and most were attractive.
It was freezing in Lviv today, it reminded me of the damp Moscow cold I experienced years ago, so I started looking for some polyester underwear.
First I stopped at the really nice cafe on the top floor, it has a great view of the huge Lviv train station about a kilometer away.
A double espresso and a nice chocolate cake that was not hideously sweet like in Murka was about $4. The cafe was almost deserted.
I eventually found the long underwear on the fourth floor of the mall; but there were two older ladies working in there.
But as soon as I started floundering around with iphone translation, trying to ask about what the long underwear was made of, the cute 7 appeared as if my by magic. I somehow sensed she understood English and upon asking her about the fabric the long johns were made of, it became apparent she was at least at an intermediate level. I asked her if she worked there and she said she worked at the shop across the way.
Perfect athletic, model slim body, small boobs, wide hips with firm ass and trim, long legs, a little goofy looking but intellgent, big eyes.
For some reason my credit card didn't work so I went to get some cash, bought the pants and went looking for her in the store. Her boss was there, an older lady pissed that guys that don' fo after her any more, but she was leaving and I mouthed and pointed as she walked out "Is that your boss?" established a conspiracy.
I asked her about Ukrainian lessons and I think she's going to flake because she called up her friend who does that, asked if she could give out her number and gave me HER number!. Oh, well, maybe the friend is even hotter! Once I got one number and the camel had his nose in the tent, I simply added on "Let me have your number too" and she gave it up.
I really have no excuse because I hate approaching, but it's so clear here like that women have a sort of cliff facing them at 25-27. It must be HELL being single here for a middle-aged woman, it's hard to pin down what exactly makes it so inconvenient/stressful it is to live here if you are also working, but it must be even worse if you are single-- the time on the painfully crowded buses, the marginal nutrition and often unscientific medical care, the treacherous sidewalks, the barely-scraping by wages, and not least the knowledge that in this kleptocracy things will barely get better-ever- economically for you-- I think the stress must age women fast after they're 25 or so.
So they are NOT like MurkaBitches who sincerely believe they can ride the CockCarousel express until they are 32.5 years of and then snag, you know, somebody "good", even if he's BORING like a doctor or something.
A 23 year old here is still trying to have some fun in life, and when a sort of cute but rather worn looking MurkaDoctor who's articulate enough to say he's a screenwriter ( what I said) comes on strong, it's not an insult because I'm twice her age, it's a fucking LIFELINE that helps show her she has a CHANCE at a stable lower-middle class lifestyle, which most only hope for here. Even if she is going to hold out for younger guy. For a while.
She said she spent 1.5 years in Germany, which should have totally spoiled her, but her face isn't model-hot so she may have had limited carousel tickets while there. If she was a total hooker she could have stayed I guess.
I followed the Generalissimo's idea of saying you're working and it seemed effective, I think it was right after that I asked again for her number and she grabbed my phone immediately.
'What are you doing here?" she asked.
"Working on a movie. I'm a screenwriter. "
It worked really well.
So although I am still going to get young-chick-flakes-on-old guys experience here, it's not going to always be that way. I can wife up a super young chick, get her to pump out a baby, and she'll be relatively happy someone is paying the rent and food so she's not utterly exhausted.
Im Murka, I could work hard and nail some chicks 30 years younger, but typically they'd be curiosity fucking me, then dumping me-- dreading telling upper-middle class parents their fiancee is the father's age, leaving me to start over again at an even older age.
Dude, i am loving your stories.
I think you are being pretty hard on yourself, I don't know what you look like but you have most of your hair which is a bonus.
Forget Murka, you are in a different world and only for a short time.
The way I see it, those girls would be more than happy to snag a dude like you. My czech ex got pregnant when she was young to a dude 30 years older than her, he was a director of some company.