It’s funny how the little things really make your day.
It’s hot where I’m at in Siberia right now but it’s got a good breeze. Boarded the bus to go home and an attractive young tall Mediterranean looking beauty walks up to me and starts speaking English asking me if I’m going to get off at the next stop..
I smiled and told her nope.. my stop is the one after hers.. I of course ask how she knows me and she gives me this delicious smile and says that she is a university student where I teach at so she see’s me often. Bus comes to her stop we exchange warm glowing goodbyes and then she leaves.
You may be wondering..
Why didn’t you get her phone number you dummy?!?
Well because this stuff happens all the time here and I already have enough girls in my life!
All goes to show.. It’s just the little things like this that make you glad you are a MAN.
And that’s probably one of the main things I’m trying to communicate to all of you guys.
You guys deserve to feel like this as well and to reclaim your confidence with all the Manly energy you can possibly vibe and project out into the world.
Being surrounded by beautiful warm and friendly girls like this just really brings out your Mojo like nothing else.
And that ain’t no BS.
It’s good to be alive my friends..
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I keep coming back to this post GL. I figured this was as good a time as any to finally make a comment on it.
Does this still happen to you? I don’t ride public transport in our town here, but even casually walking around all the stores and such the LOOK of the women here of all ages is so pathetic.
Noses in the air, furled brows and just general unhappiness and disgust radiates from them. Not all, but to put a number, say 90%. Some days maybe 80%.
If it’s that bad, stay home for cripes sake. And some of these nuts even use battered and beaten women as a vehicle to forward their sexually biased agenda.
Even worse, these women are suckers enough to be drawn in with the false hope of FREE MONEY from the state and federal agencies. And again, alot of them actually get this money.
Okay, done ranting for now. Hello socializm, good-bye democracy.
Canajun
Ah HA! You teach. That must be a key element in your experience there and meeting all these glowing paragons of female incredibleness.
If I were to go to Omsk too, then, I’d look at finding some kind of part-time teaching gig. A great way to get out there, I’m sure.
Were you teaching the English language? Some other subject? Part time or full time? Etc. Love-thirsty mind want to know.
Generally speaking, just being a teacher is barely going to cover the bills. You would need to supplement your income to be able to do decently. The good side is that you don’t need to be fluent in Russian to do this job.
Hello Rw_man,
I am doing some reading on a chilly and wet morning after Thanksgiving. Because I live in a small town, I haven’t used public transit regularly in many years. But it must be extremely rare here in the States for an attractive woman to approach a man in transit, even if he’s a casual acquaintance. I say that because of comments I hear from people about their experiences in public places. For instance, my 78-year-old mom recently remarked that almost no one, particularly younger people, speaks when they pass her in hallways, etc. at the church she’s attended for decades. Fear could be blamed in other places, but a 5′ 84lbs. woman in a house of worship obviously poses no threat. For whatever reasons, it seems that people just don’t speak in public like they used to. That makes your experience detailed here all that much sweeter to read about.
As always, I can’t stop without a story, so here goes. I was trained from a very young age to speak to everyone, so whether walking in downtown Boston or traipsing through the aisles at WalMart here at home, I always say hello to everyone I pass. During my early university days, several of us guys rented a room on the top floor of a fraternity. Every day we made our way up and down 15th Avenue, which was occupied almost exclusively by fraternity and sorority houses. I had an afternoon class during the first quarter I lived there and the campus and 15th Avenue were surprisingly quiet during my walk home. In fact, when I reached the east corner of 15th and High Street, I almost never passed more than one person from that point home. That one person happened to be an extraordinarily attractive girl. Now, physical appearance alone is but part of the package in my book and everybody seems to have their likes and dislikes, but this girl was unsurpassed at Ohio State in my day. Anyway, as trained, I spoke warmly to her each day, and she either stared blankly or looked the other way for several days. Finally, she began to lean over my way and always responded to my greeting with a sweet, “Hi, Guy”. That went on for days, and it got to the point that I would knock walls down to ensure our meeting. One Saturday after a home football game, I was sitting on a rock wall on 15th with several of my roommates. The street was packed with “Greeks” chatting, tossing footballs, playing music and celebrating a strong win. I looked east up the street and noticed that the wall of people on the sidewalk was parting in unison. A closer look revealed the reason: The beauty I had been passing all quarter and two of her friends were making their way west on roller skates. Men and women alike stopped what they were doing and simply stared at the women. Footballs were grounded, conversations were suspended and I was getting a strong lesson on the power of physical beauty in the United States. As she approached our location she switched over to the inside of the walk, and when she reached me, she bent over and with her face no more than one inch from mine, said, “HI, GUY”. Instantly, guys from across the street and girls from the sorority next door came up to me and asked how I knew that girl, and peppered me with questions about her. Of course, I knew absolutely nothing about her, but my stock rose nonetheless. I was unquestionably cool from that day on because a gorgeous, gorgeous girl had spoken to me!
Did you ever ask her out, or even get her name??
No, I never said more than “Hi” to the girl for the remainder of the quarter. Sadly, I never saw her again either. That school had some 50,000 students, so I found that second chances were not plentiful.
A woman whose picture I placed at Picasa is what brought this old memory to the present. I don’t know her either, but she lives in Moscow. Please take a look and imagine her skating down a sidewalk in Ohio on a splendid fall afternoon.
Sam that is a very cute story indeed…
It’s always fun to think about what could have been if we had just gotten up the courage to take the next step.
Amen, rw_man. As one gets older, those old cliches seem more true and more instructive. You have said many times and in many different ways, “nothing ventured, nothing gained”. I just read a comment from an aging midwestern musician that is relevant, too. He said, “We all give up way too soon and way too easily.”