This is me, obviously.
From russia with love
Oh, Russia. I recently spent a week in my native Saint-Petersburg and was left with a rather hesitant opinion on the country and the Orwellian direction its heading into. However, I will refrain from politics and stick to my niche, focusing on truly important matters, such as the Russian dating scene. I have to admit I made very little effort to do exploratory research for this post. Saint-Petersburg, in particular, has a rather low influx of newcomers leaving the chance of meeting a perspective somebody at slim to none.
Nonetheless, I did gather some general observations that will just have to suffice. Everyone is married by For one, its a question of supply and demand. Women in Russia are faced with low qualitative options and are strongly advised to snatch up the best goods early kind of like at a sample sale.
The men behave like men. At the risk of pissing off every feminist with grand dreams of gender equalityI personally like being picked up for dates and being walked to doorsteps and having a guy take care of me to some extent. In Russia, these things are considered to be the norm, once again alluding to a slightly different value system.
However, it comes with a degree of macho chauvinism that is occasionally hard to swallow, leaving overly…expressive females such as myself at a definite disadvantage. The women.
I went to the gym on a Sunday afternoon and came back feeling like Oscar the garbage monster in my baggy American Vintage tank. All the women there had on full makeup and were wearing fluo latex tanks with a built-in push-up bras.
The russian dating scene: finding love as an expat
Except, under the push-up bras, they had supplementary push-up bras. Boobs pointed to the sky, they were jogging on the treadmill at a pace that did not allow them to perspire. I actually saw one chick freak out the second she started breaking into a sweat, immediately lowering her pace and frantically fanning the face with her hand.
These girls are committed, and I applaud them for it. This is something I noticed last summer at a karaoke club, where dozens of gorgeous women were sitting in groups, competing for 10 mediocre-looking single guys.
As a result, every average Joe feels like he is entitled to a mini Natalia Vodianova. Its rather unfair and explains why Russian women often outsource, seeking men from the neighboring European countries and beyond. Tinder sucks. I went through all the guys in the city in fifteen minutes flat.
Half appeared to be frightened foreigners in search of fellow frightened foreigners to share their Russian experience with. The other half were friends of friends, with public dating histories that killed my libido. Overall, the dating scene in Russia is an unequal battlefield, lucrative only to male contenders.
As a girl, I intend to stay firmly implanted in the infinitely more democratic western world, while seeking out certain qualities that are pertinent to my upbringing.