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.My claim was turned down.‘I was told that because I am Romanian I could not get benefits unless I have a job or I am in self-employment. I got legal support and was helped with an appeal.’He said: ‘This is a victory for people struggling to work to support their families.
They must either be registered with the Home Office to work in specific sectors such as agriculture or construction, have highly skilled jobs, or be self-employed with a National Insurance number and tax registered.‘I can keep half of the money I take and I usually make around £100 per week,’ she said.
‘This isn’t enough to meet all my family’s needs so I asked the council for housing benefit to help with my rent.
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.
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.
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.
Finally, after about ten minutes of this, she pointed at a certain bottle of perfume and told me she “really wanted it.” Price tag: 0. She then sent me a long, angry tirade about how I am a “very rude man” and how I “don’t know how to treat women” and that she never wanted to see me again. I only want to be with a man who treats women nicely! Five minutes later, just as I was about to drive away, she responded saying that she’ll be right down. She gets in the car and almost immediately starts loudly complaining about her apartment, one of her girlfriends, and about my car.
I will ignore any comments that say things like “Not all Russian women are like that” or “One time I met a Russian girl who was not like that.” Yeah, I know, exception to the rule, but as always, the exception proves the rule.
Generally speaking, what I’m about to say covers the vast majority of Russian women.
Listed below are just a few experiences I had dating Russian women over a period of several years before I finally gave up on them.
Note that most of these were many years ago, so if you have any critiques on my game or my actions, just remember that.
When I asked what her issue was, she said, “It’s my birthday next week! ” When I reminded her that I bought her both drinks and some food at the bar, she said, “If I wanted to eat last night I would have stayed home and ate with my daughter! Russian Girl 3 I once scheduled a first date with a Russian woman, about 25 years old. Remember, this is a first date so I had never met her in real life before. She spends the entire first date loudly, and I mean loudly complaining about various different things, from her ex-boyfriend, to her mom, to politics, to her job, and just about everything else you can think of.