Today, I will demonstrate exactly why I had to very reluctantly, permanently boycott Russian women from my dating life. As always, we need to get our definitions straight. Most of the problematic women I encountered were indeed from Russia, but many were from its satellite countries as well. Lastly, I understand that there are exceptions to every rule. Russian women are the most beautiful women on Earth. They also tend to be good in bed. At the same time, Russian women are usually angry, bitchy, demanding, dominant, and have sky-high levels of both drama and ASD. 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. Russian Girl 1: I was once on a first date with a Russian girl and we were more or less hitting it off. It was an odd request, but I went along with it because it was in the same neighborhood where we already were. However, she then asks me if I can drive her to yet another place to run some kind of errand before taking her back home. After confirming that the location is indeed close, against my better judgment, I agree. I drive her to some little store where she needs to pick something up. She goes in, picks up her stuff, spends a few minutes, talks to someone for a bit, and then comes back out. She then asks me to take her to another place. Again, this is our first date; I had never met her before this. All the way to her house, she gives me the silent treatment. I have never had a woman behave like this on a first date, before or since. Russian Girl 2: I once had a first date with a very hot Russian woman, about 28 years old. The first date went great. She was beautiful, intelligent, and we had a great conversation. She had a successful small business, doing biz both in the USA and Russia. I was very impressed. 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. I could tell this was a very bad idea, so I gently prodded her to move along. She frowned at me, kept on smelling different perfumes, and asking the clerk there various questions. Remember, this is at the start of the second date. We had only met one time before, and we had never had sex or anything else like that. The rest of the date went just fine. It was no big deal, and outside of the perfume shit, I had a good time. The next day, I texted her and hit her up for a third meet. I only want to be with a man wh
