Women seeking men

Secrets of Austrian national character and enigmas of male race,
revealed by Galina
Guidelines for Russian women seeking decent man abroad

Уж замуж невтерпёж,
или Тайны мадридского двора

Мои австрийские знакомые частенько обращаются ко мне за советом, когда русские потенциальные невесты из интернета выставляют им вместе с обещанием примчаться и любить до гроба цены на дорожные издержки.
Суммы эти, мягко выражаясь, завышены, и сам факт выглядит либо как свидетельство российского мифологического мышления о баснословном изобилии западной жизни, либо как проверка золотого бычка на платежеспособность. (more…)

Group of people in Mariahilfer Strasse, Vienna. That plump woman with hair standing on at her head looked rather funny. She addressed me with idea to get a few coins for drink
Zhanna
It was sunny spring of 1982. The university alley of apple and peach trees was all pink lace of blossoms. The air was fresh and clear. But I was ascending marble staircase of main building with monument of Great Chief at the top feeling chill in my heart.
I was first year philology student and had exam on history of communist party.
There were two sleepless nights before due to quantity of books to read, which added to feeling of emptiness inside.
The group of students gathered in corridor by the classroom where professor Zhanna – pride of Kyrgyz historical materialism and peril of neglecting freshmen was receiving exams. (more…)

I do not know whether you are teasing your readers with your comments about masculine stupidity, mean-spirited men who want to split bills in restaurants or you really mean it.
I take your point that men are obsessed by their penises – it’s part of the male psyche that would be rather difficult to eradicate, but I do think that there must be some men, in Vienna or elsewhere, who are warm-hearted, sensitive and possessing a reasonably rounded personality who try to communicate with women at a higher level than that of banging away for instant gratification. You say you’ve lost count of the pricks. I have not lost count(well maybe one or two!) of the pussies I have met – I remember (most of) them with pleasure and affection – chiefly because nearly every one was a friend with whom there was SOME kind of relationship before the coupling began. I was also taught by some charming older women in my youth to respect women and try to share pleasure instead of taking it. As you very wisely say, feelings are the root of the matter – without that- sex can be a mechanical pleasure best performed by oneself.
It’s good that you challenge we males in our fantasy that we rule the universe – as you well know we don�t, and look to women for all the things that we want – such as comfort, assistance – and sex! Males can be psychologically traumatized if they are refused sex – particularly when they are younger – thank goodness the desperate urges of youth are fading (a little!) There was nothing worse when I was 20 than lusting after almost every woman in sight and not being able to do anything about it – complete frustration.
There – I’ve probably proved your theory for you that men are ruled by their cocks. Because we are on two different sides of the equation, we will probably never agree on this issue, but you have my complete respect for voicing it succinctly and well. Steven, London

Moving forward, as I already wrote before its always major part of life nativities unavoidable. Oddly enough all my depressing experiences concentrated in sphere of relations. It is like sado-maso games with your own gastronomic perceptiveness. When being invited to occasional restaurant I am hardly appreciative, though never complain, perceiving product freshness and also hygienic conditions it was cooked in. Far from praising Vienna restaurants. It was not rare case to be ill after dinner together with gent who wanted to get in my pants. Felt literally ill eating greasy food and necessity to resist male stupidity. I feel innermost layers of humans when communicate, including those who obtain official power (more…)

All what street knows about love. It is not easy to make such a collection, and I spent significant time doing it. And I was always thinking what was standing behind moment of snapshot, I was thinking about these real people and their relationships.
Liebeszitate
“Am Anfang gehören alle Gedanken der Liebe. Später gehört dann alle Liebe den Gedanken.” ALBERT EINSTEIN
“Das einzig Wichtige im Leben sind die Spuren von Liebe, die wir hinterlassen, wenn wir Abschied nehmen.” ALBERT SCHWEITZER
“Das gute Leben ist von Liebe beseelt und vom Wissen geleitet.” BERTRAND RUSSELL

Noticeable, that if you start doing anything seriously, soon you will realize that problems of any contemporary occupation arise mostly at promotion level. If you cannot market yourself, you can do nothing. In such arts, as cinematography and photography, the more gifted you are the less chances you have to maneuver smoothly through troublesome process of advertising. Artistic talent is often about creative originality and helplessness in practical things. Contemporary society is one absurd limitless marketplace. Wherever you go, you turn to be potential buyer with whom they talk in terms of sale. Internet is paranoia store of advertising spam and initiated purchases, not mentioning already radio and TV. You cannot reach the end of your own street without being asked for money. Beggars trade you their humiliation; prostitutes trade their body orifices for temporary use. Post box exists exclusively to devour tremendous quantity of commercials and bills. You are not human; you are consumer of water, shelter, cloth, food, entertainment and even your accidental death – all is article of trade and must be paid for. In this world of sales, the first thing you know about yourself is that you are nonentity in buy-and sell hierarchy. (more…)

Somewhere near main square I spotted her, she was waiting for somebody, nervously looking around and tugging her bag – dark haired girl in dress with open shoulders. I knew at once what she felt.

Perhaps, private date, when person under question promised, but has not come. By sadness and special air of vulnerability, I could say she was in love. At this point I recollected the words of Russian writer Edward Limonov: “Those who are loved always leave”.

How many years she needs to realize that global emotional investments in love affairs are not justified! Chances to meet eternity manifested in somebody are slim, as long as you don’t find this eternity in yourself