Mission to Moscow
07-03-2014, 02:12 PM
I write from the train to st petersburg.
My last weeks in moscow were bittersweet. After 6 dates & homecooked foods from my Siberian sweetheart, she still refused to kiss me. She tried to make plans again with me over text, but my heart just wasn't in it anymore to game her properly. I responded "sex is important to me". That was the last I heard from her. She will make someone else very happy one day.
Another one of my girls, 20 y/o blonde hair blue eyes snow white skin, I also had a date #6 with. A proper big city Moscovite city girl. When I once again got a headturn kiss evasion upon going home for the night, I stormed off. Deflated. Angrily deleted her number. A streak of frustrating events like this, and my decision to leave Moscow was made. Booked my train ticket & room that night.
An hour later while back at my apartment, I get an unknown text: " do you wish to go to bed with me?"
....
Was she worth it? On paper, everything about her was what I was looking for. Good family, creative type, and DD tits with minimal side flop when naked. But despite all that, we just weren't sexually compatible.
Something about this girl boiling down sex to a purely practical decision just killed it for me. In bed? No emotion. No feelings. It was like "now we will have sex. It's a logical thing to do at this time". So, 7 dates to find this out. Hours & hours of text & talk. A lot of time & money.
I've put in work before. But I feel like this one vampired part of my soul. She didn't do it on purpose. I really worked to get it, and gave so much. Maybe I built it up in my mind after so much anticipation, that the reality could never measure up. Who the fuck waits this long to have sex back in the west?
All told, 4 bangs in about 4 weeks. That's out of 41 phone numbers currently in my Moscow phone group, and almost as many dates. I dated almost every day in moscow. At least when I wasn't binging on vices out of frustration.
For me, Moscow was the ultimate paradox. Endless numbers of attractive women, ready willing & able to be taken out on a date. But giving back very little conversation, or sex. There is a wider cultural difference to navigate here than in other EE cities, and I'm not sure I completely dig it. Language skills are part of the challenge. But it's also a totally different mentality out here. Russians are animals, for better, and for worse.
Rant warning:
Buying the ticket for this train was a bad experience.
My US cards didn't work on their website. I figured I'd simply purchase at the station. "I'll get there an hour before, to have enough time..."
Waiting in line for 45 minutes. Then finally when it was my turn, the counter woman suddenly closed up, to go home. Myself, and everyone in my line behind me had to go to a different line, and wait all over again. The very worst public service experience back west, ie. NYC or LA department of motor vehicles, isn't this fucked up. Foul tempered customers & service people all around.
I thought that was the worst thing. That, and of course missing my train. But then after waiting another 45 minutes, it happened again. The same scenario, where the woman closed up, right when I got to the counter.
I put my head in my arms down on the counter. I didn't understand the words, but the body language and frustration of everyone behind me again was clear enough. "Insanity" said one man standing on line next to me.
At this point, I started checking skyscanner for flights out of Russia altogether. But a cute brunette caught my eye, and I had a thought to ask her to buy my ticket at the machine with her card, and I pay her cash.
No english.
Eventually I found someone. I had my ticket. There was no stopping me now. Except there was. The conductor didn't see my name on his print out. It was all Cyrillic, and my english name doesn't translate well to the letters. We couldn't find my name. He scolded me words I could not understand, got in the train, and left me at the platform. Alone, confused, angry and baffled.
Eventually, I got it sorted, and pleaded my way onto the next train out of this city of love & hate.
With that, my Mission to Moscow comes to a close. I might start a new thread for St Peter.