As you know, I'm currently mentoring a young Russian hottie. Mid-20s, 8.5/10, enormous blue eyes. She understands the sexual landscape better than most young women I've recently met.
She constantly complains about the young American men around here. They don't approach her. They don't make plans for dates. They act like faggots. She wants, she tells me, a real man. Which, I suppose, is where yours truly comes in.
"You look Russian", she told me once, looking me up and down.
I smile. In truth I'm rather taller, bigger, and more Nordic-looking than most Russians. But I go with it.
"That's not surprising, since my people founded Russia."
"Yes I'm German and I'm going to invade your panties like my ancestors invaded your country," I said, laughing at my own words. One can't be too serious where girls are concerned.
"Really now? OMG you're so disgusting." She laughed.
She compares American men to the chaps of her native country. Russian men are more masculine and aggressive, she says, more violent, more prone to fight and fuck. "They let a girl know if they want her. And then they take her."
My imagination immediately goes to that book by Lermontov, one of my favourites. If you haven't yet read it, I suggest you do so post-haste. But more on him later.
Be bold and take what is yours.
Tomorrow belongs to us.