1/26/14 4:00 AM
Woke up and could not sleep so I decided to delete all the junk pictures off of my cellphone. [It’s a good tip to have a camera, and your phone separate. Use the camera to take pictures of your dates, use the phone to show them your life. Keeps you from having awkward conversations when you accidentally scroll too far down and they see your other dates.] Dozed until 7, then ate breakfast.
8:30 was scheduled for clothes shopping. Got local currency with Yulia and went to a mall. Taxi’s are a varied bunch, from modern cars to decrepit automobiles. Also, order water “without gas” if asked, I found that seltzer water tastes awful. At the mall, I bought a hat, 3 shirts, gloves, shoes, jacket, 2 pants and a “man purse”. Yulia told me what I was to wear (she actually picked out all the clothes). Total cost was about $400. To the meet/greet I was to wear grey slacks (I like), pink shirt (didn’t like, but Yulia made me get it), pointy shoes (didn’t like), jacket (like) and purse (don’t like [although I admit it has grown on me and I use it all the time now]).
Now that I was “pimped out”, I got complements from the other DCT participants and by many of the ladies who knew the phrase, “I like your style.”
For the moment we’ve all been waiting for… Anna Davis invited more women than usual b/c of the weather (bad). Only [about 30] showed up, so most tables had 3 women. They were split in age at the tables, eg. 35, 28 and 21 years old, so that no man had to worry about a “wasted table”. The big talking points were introductions and hobbies. That pretty much took up all my time. Some questions that were strange: How much do you make (from an older woman)? I only want one son. (I asked her what if you have a daughter…the look on her face!)
I didn’t feel much connection with any, probably due to the questioning strategy. I’ll discuss that later. One girl, Marina, 19, wanted to go on a date that night. The process is that they request it form the translator or you/the translator notices the connection and requests it on your behalf. Supertrollop interviewed me again, reiterated that I was “the catch” and told me to let them know if I was going to make any commitment (so they could video it). As it was, I was the only one who left with two girls on his arm (Yulia and Marina). [I found later that I wasn’t.]
Went for coffee right across the street. I don’t drink coffee, but YOLO and got one. Was…ok. Caffeine started jacking me up. It was cold, so we went to a restraunt on Main and ordered some sushi and dessert. Totally lost my appetite b/c of the coffee. I ate a little but treated the lady like she was mine… Told her to slap me if I was too fresh and made a lot of physical contact. Relaxed by firm grip over the shoulder, not touching with hips, but with knees, when one hand was close, I would reach across myself at times to hold it. She seemed to like it as much as I did, and would put her other hand on mine for pictures. She understood about 20% English, but spoke 10%, but it made it fun w/o a translator (bathroom break), but less fun when she came back b/c then she only spoke Russian. We covered base topics and deal breakers quickly and while I would be speaking in third person, “I want my future wife to have…” at the end she was asking me questions like “Can I bring my cats to your country with me?”
I’m all “WOAH”, and stuff so I constantly remind her that I and she have not committed anything and it is just a first date; but I must have totally dominated this woman b/c she is receptive to my manly interest/advances in a way that a Western woman would scream “rape and monogamy!” at. For instance, because I decided to order desert to share, it only came with one fork. She asked if I wanted some, “Of course.” I intercepted her hand as she went to lay it on the plate and redirected it to cutting off a piece. I let go of the hand/fork. I told her, “Now feed it to me.”
I got fed like a fuggin’ boss.
At this time I’d like to personally thank Scott for helping me make this date a success [little did I know at the time how strange the relationship would become]. I told her to stop at doors; they didn’t expect me to open them for her. When I escorted her to the taxi she said [in English] that she wanted to date, “again and again and again.” I even got a kiss on the cheek, my first. Without Scott and men like him, I might be some wimpy mangina trying to play nice with some crazy woman back in America. My translator said she had never heard a woman repeat how much she liked a guy before. It’s a cute moment when the woman tries to feed you and messes it up.
I’m really not sure what time I wrote this, I may be a day early in my labeling, but I’m trying to keep it as the journal depicts. Clothes were more expensive than I planned, but they were worth it. Saturday is historically the worse of the two days b/c you’re still figuring out how to present yourself. Sunday was MUCH better, and when I return it shall be better still.
You can tell which girls have cats: They try to bathe them and it gives them scratch wounds on their hands.
Crazy Marina, as I know her now, is crazy, but like other girls who want you, she sent me pictures via e-mail and phone…
Finally, I realized later that night that it wasn’t the caffeine making my appetite disappear (also causing cramping and bloating). It was Blue Balls. For those of you fortunate enough never to have experienced this, it’s essentially when your testicles say yes and your prostate says no. The pressure buildup makes you feel like a woman with a bad period. I had no idea that was my problem until later that night. Last time I experienced that was at my (only) prom. Had to have been being around good looking women for the first time in ages. Once I understood what the problem was, I adopted a correct mindset so that it was no longer a problem.
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