Like alcohol, I miss sex considerably less than I thought I would. It could be my advancing years -- while I'm in pretty good shape for a 40-year-old, I'm still a 40-year-old -- but I suspect it has more to do with the fact that I'm surrounded by Arab teenagers and 60-year-old guys. There's not much to remind me that womankind even exists, here -- except on my computer screen.
(As mentioned I have some webcam girls to have fun with, in addition to pornography.)
Truthfully, I had sort of stopped feeling horny the last couple of years in Russia even when I was surounded by good-looking provocatively-dressed young women in my classes. I looked at hot young babes and saw the green triangular head and serrated claws of the preying mantis. I was actually becoming afraid that my lengthy experiences with Russian women had somehow innoculated me against them, and perhaps all of womankind.
This was another important reason in my decision to move.
A lot of long-timers there experienced this, I think; even the guys at the notorious whore-banging Moscow expat mag The Exile reported erectile dysfunction before they packed up and moved to Panama.
The last picture of Russian cleavage ever to be shown on English Teacher X??? Stay tuned!
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Wait till you hit 50. My hero is the guy who invented viagra. You are smarter than me at an earlier age about determining the true nature of most hot women. I doubt that any of them ever loved me, it was all about what I could do for them. Fair weather friends.
If that girl in the photo is a praying mantis, I would let her eat my head...
Barump, bum!
It had to be said...
There are non-mercenary exceptionally hot women out there, but they are rare and hard to permanently capture due to their high value to normal males. Every guy worth his salt guns for them.
dude, are you checking the temperatures in europe now? -15 etc. How much are you enjoying the mid east when you see that?
Such pictures lead me to believe I'm doing something wrong in life... Apart from teaching, that is.
It's kind of sad to see that after reading so much of your stuff, and even passing on some your tales like folklore amongst the people I meet out here, that things seem to be calming down for you...
sad for whom. . .
For me. I fucking loved some of them older tales, and would love to read more!
Inspired me to come back out here and to give things a second shot after fucking up a gig last year and going home.
But yeah, maybe I'll start up my own site and write about some of the shenanigans going on...
na zdrowie,
make sure you give us the link.
Oh! Sorry! You're right! I shall rush back to Russia and commence being a morally and financially bankrupt middle-aged drunk again.
I amuse you, like a clown? Is that it?
Oh shit, you mean you're writing a public blog and it's not meant to amuse us?
Fuck, I've been doing it wrong all this time. Sorry man.
it was meant as a cautionary tale!
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