I dunno why but weird people like me. They stick to me like glue and I can’t do anything about that. Maybe I’m just too tolerant and mild hearted, I can’t just say sod off like many people do.

That girl was like glue too. She was atypically Russian, not like I used to think about typical Russian girls. The only typical thing was her name, Tanya, with soft N, where do they get that soft N in Russian? All the other things had nothing to do with what I thought and saw in my life.

First, her look wasn’t really Russian in my mind. Russian girls, those expensive beautiful creatures made of zephyr and something else slightly resembling flash, good shapes, long fair hair, blue or green eyes, aww…, easy going and nice, sweet but not too corny, talkative but not too much blabbing, pure pleasure seekers and all those things I could assume from my experience, which is quite something trust me.

Tanya was something absolutely awesome. Maybe awesome isn’t the right word to describe this girl when you meet her first. She used to wear incredibly ugly skirts when we first met, had no make up and apparently never combed her hair. On the top of everything else she was literally fat. Maybe that made her interesting in someone’s eyes but honestly not in mine. I tried my best to avoid this person but like I said earlier weird people liked me.

Here’s her story (typically Russian though).

The girl fell in love with a rich bastard, divorced (see the point about the Russians? Head over hill), broke up with her friends, lost her job and all the consequences of that kind lifestyle. She was sure he would marry her, silly girl, did all for him, gave him her soul and everything she had. Such a lame to have you know! The story would make you cry. Not me though, even first time when I heard it.

So the time we met was quite tough for her, her boy-friend left her for a fresh chick, which made Tanya desperate, almost suicide. Get the thing about a poor kid? Ugly skirts (I’m sure undies were even uglier, sorry for casual remark), fat ass and sleepy face. Add unknown hair color and style and you get Tanya.

I guess that was why I didn’t see her as a woman, even though I like women a lot. The crazy girl chose my ears to put her stories to though. What could I do, the mild hearted, nice guy that I am? Listen, smile, help with advice, pass tissue, hahaha, no, no more specifics!!

I had to leave that place for about 3 months shortly and we hadn’t seen each other in a while. I got to know that she met a guy while I was away and fell in love head over hill again, happily this time. What’s more, the kid lost weight after all, which made her really good looking. Happy Tanya looked much better trust me.

She colored her hair, lost a few pounds, had a sexy skirt on and was shiny. That’s what I like in women: they need only one thing to make them gorgeous and that thing is usually called a man!

Roy, 42