I
have moved the info found on this page to more relevant pages since I
now have more pages with more info.
Here
is where you can find info about Russian culture.
Here
is where you can find info about visas
and passports.
Here
is where you can find info about email
addresses and servers.
Here
is where you can find info about telephones,
area codes, calling costs and postal codes.
Here
is where you can find info about investigating
and an investigator in Russia.
Here is where you find which people are the happiest in the
world.
Here are some FSU marriage horror stories.
Here is where you can read True Life Story From USA
Guy Married to Ukrainian Girl.
Russian Women Facts & Myths
What
I have done here is given this questionnaire to guys living in Russia
more than 2 years. Sorry guys, but it does NOT matter now many letters,
phone calls or even trips you make here; until you have lived here,
there are some things that you are blind to. I guarantee you that if
you take a trip to the FSU, you will love it and the people. Try living
there, your opinion will change. Maybe a little, maybe a lot. Because
not everyone has the same opinion, I have also included the percentage
of guys that have agreed with these opinions...so you can have a better
idea.
Questionnaire
Russian women are
beautiful. Fact
(100%)
The chances of them keeping
their looks after the age of 30 are very low. Fact
(80%)
Russian women are slim. Fact (100%)
The chances of them keeping
their figure after the age of 30 are very low.
Fact (80%)
Russian women make excellent
life-long partners.
Myth (100%)
Russian women are good to have
fun with for a short time.
Fact (100%)
Russian women are warm, loving,
soft-spoken and wonderful creatures.
Myth (100%)
Russian women are whiney,
over-sensitive, argumentative nymphos.
Fact (75%)
Russian women are masters at
turning on the charm until they have their claws in you. Fact (100%)
Russian women are pathological
liars. Fact (75%)
Any man would be
lucky to have a Russian wife.
Myth (100%)
Russian women consider
themselves to be highly elite, intelligent princesses. Fact (100%)
Russian
women are beautiful on the inside. Myth
(75%)
Russian women are arrogant,
Soviet-thinking prisses. Fact
(75%)
Russian women are open.
(Meaning they shout, get angry and do and say anything they
want.) Fact (80%)
Russian women, so as not to
jinx anything, never tell you about their plans or personal
life. Fact (75%)
Russian
women seem to like sleeping, resting and doing nothing more than most
other things. Fact (75%)
Russian women consider alcohol
in hand mandatory for activities such as going to restaurants, cafes,
friends’ houses, sitting in parks, walking or
breathing. Fact
(100%)
Yes, my site is
quite negative. It just happens. Not all Russian girls are bad. Like I
said many times, if you find a girl that you click with and marry, she
will probably make a better wife than a girl from your country. Finding
that girl is the really hard part. Just because I do not want a Russian
girl, it doesn't mean that you cannot find a great girl. Use your
common sense, think with your BIG head spend a LOT of time with her
before deciding on a future. Forget your fairy tale thinking. This is
reality.
One Guy's Observations on a Trip to Kiev
These
are his words, I have not edited anything. (Except for the manager's
name)
Learning from the
Odessa agency administrator **** that other ladies who said they are
anxious to meet me do not want to meet today due to the weather (it
rained for about 20 minutes that morning, but blue skies prevailed for
the rest of the day); I learn from one of them later that they had
never been contacted earlier;
Learning from a
lady that the administrator of the affiliated Odessa agency has
badmouthed me in no uncertain terms for daring to complain about poor
services and is surprised to learn that I’m really a nice
guy; and here I am, paying the salary of this toxic administrator who
has poisoned the well;
Learning in four
email posts one right after the other from another lady that I had
hoped to meet that I had been complaining too much according to the
agency administrator and that she is no longer interested in seeing me;
for some reason, I had expected that, even if the administrator could
not speak well of me to the ladies I had communicated with for months,
that she would at least exercise confidentiality about problems not
involving ladies I had hoped to meet;
Learning later from
the same lady that she would be willing to meet after all and asks you
to call her the next day but she gave you the wrong mobile phone number
to call; you call her son the later on and he tells you her correct
mobile number that isn’t even close to the one she gave you;
Learning that a lady with whom I had never
communicated has come all the way to the agency from a town outside of
Odessa to see me as soon as possible and that I should come to the
agency right away; I looked up this woman’s webpage and
don’t recall ever having seen her before and had certainly
never communicated with her at all; was told that she had three
children, but her webpage lists her as having no children; declined the
invitation/summons and communicated with
AGENCY CEO **** via email
about this bizarre situation; he replies with the non-sequitur and
“****” response out of left field that
I’m just unhappy with the response I got from this
“relationship” with this woman I never met or even
wanted to meet; WTF??!!
Learning that
another lady I’ve been communicating with for several months
appears in the flesh looking 20 lbs. heavier and ten years older than
her pictures;
Learning that three
ladies who advertise themselves as not drinking or smoking actually
drink like fish and smoke like chimneys – one of whom even
ordered cigarettes on the restaurant tab; they laugh when you mention
that discrepancy and shrug it off by saying that they could quit
drinking and smoking if their future husband wanted them to;
Learning that most
of the ladies who stated on their webpages that they possessed
intermediate English proficiency actually speak English as well as most
Americans speak Russian and require translators to accompany us at
$10/hour; of course, each time I end up paying for the
translator’s meal and drinks as well to avoid looking like a
cheapskate;
Learning that one
lady who appears as pretty svelte blonde on her webpage is no longer
svelte or blonde grilles me about why I got divorced and whether my
kids are gay and orders enough food for three in an expensive
restaurant; then seems to object if you eat too much of the $60 worth
of shashlik that she insists on taking with her in a “doggie
bag” after the one-hour dinner date; you discover later that
the food was for the local Kiev agency employee whom you paid $70
earlier that day for the contact who later complains shamelessly that
she ended up getting only three pieces of meat;
Learning that a
high percentage of Ukrainians are openly prejudiced against our black
brothers; although they may say that they love blues and jazz, many use
the “N” word liberally; when you point out the
duplicity of their dislike for the people who created blues and jazz
and are the best athletes in the world, they shrug it off with,
“I don’t have to like them to like their
music”; then they seem surprised and offended to learn that
you don’t find bigotry an attractive quality;
Learning that one
lady you are introduced to as a substitute for a last-minute
cancellation is in love with some guy she met several months ago and
that she got a student visa, although she does not intend to study
anything, and cannot wait to move in with him in New York in a few
weeks, but that she does get severely depressed when they quarrel which
makes her feel that life is meaningless because she has no goals in her
life;
Learning that the
same lady has ordered her favorite entree for both you and the
translator, along with two double shots of whiskey that both you and
the translator expressly told her was not wanted; then finding that the
restaurant that advertises accepting VISA credit cards won’t
accept yours for the food and drinks you didn’t even want or
order because of some unexplainable glitch in their system;
Learning that you
can easily go through $200 for a three hour dinner date (including the
agency fee and translator fee) and then the “non-drinking,
non-smoking” lady already three-fourths drunk and practically
chain-smoking who is severely depressed and in love with someone else
and only half as pretty as her pictures asks for another $7 for taxi
fare back home – and maybe you get a faint-hearted wave and a
glib smile as the taxi pulls away.
If you look closely, you might be able to make
out the thought balloon above her head that reads, “Sucker!!
… Loser!!”