“The Problem with Russian Girls Is…

… they have no personality.”

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I was at school, a friend of mine was showing me how to do something on the computer, when he got distracted by a girl walking by.

He looks at me, “my bad, bro… she just has these fucking piercing eyes.  But, the problem with Russian girls is they have no personality.  I used to date a Russian.”

I thought it was a funny comment, but she does have some sexy ass eyes.  I’d seen her around before, never really talked to her… not one-on-one anyway.  I’m head of the most important organization on campus, and I’ve seen her at my events, so I’ve addressed groups of people and audiences and which she was a part of…

That Friday, I head out to club where everybody from school was going to.  A party.

She was there.  I talk to her a bit, she seems into me.  So does another Russian girl.  And a couple of Asian girls.

Things seem to be going well.

I go to the bathroom to take a piss… and one of my boys is in there too.  ”Who you going after tonight?”  I ask him.

“[Name].”  He says the name of an Asian girl we have classes with – he can have her.  Personally, I’m more into her friend.

“Oh okay.”

“We good?  That’s cool with you?”

“Yeah, that’s fine… you can have her.”

“Who do you want?”  He asks me.

Jokingly, I respond as I leave the restroom, “Not sure yet…. either a Russian or an Asian.”

He laughs.

I go around the party, talking to everybody, dancing, having fun.

At some point, I wind up dancing with her, the Russian with the piercing, sexy eyes.  I can tell she’s digging me, so I pull her close and go for it.  We make out.

We dance and make out some more.   Then… she pulls away and runs off.

I feel like she wants me to chase her, but I don’t.  I go find my boy and we start tag-team gaming the two Asian girls.  He’s going after the one he like, I’m hitting on her friend, who I like.

I’m back to just dancing, drinking, clapping my hands, having fun.

Not too much time passes, and I feel somebody tap me on the shoulder.  I turn around… it’s the Russian girl.  ”Hi” she says and smiles.

I pull her back towards me and we start to dance again.  I can tell she’s really into me… but I’m starting to think maybe I shouldn’t be making out with her in front of the whole damn school… so this time I tell her to come with me and we go downstairs to another bar.   We dance some more, and now I really escalate.  I throw her up against the bar, and pull her hair while we make out.  I grab her by her waists and run my hands across her chest.  I have my way with her right here on the bar, short of clothes actually coming off.

I figure it’s going well, and decide to try to move it along, “C’mon, let’s get out of here” I say to her, and turn and start heading towards coat check to get my coat, assuming the sale.

“Umm…. I’m gonna go back upstairs.”  She stammers and runs off back upstairs.

Again, I don’t chase after her.  I make my way to the club next door and just start talking to new chicks.  I open one girl who starts talking me and smiling, only to have a guy swoop in from nowhere and grab her and pull her away from me, saying “Sorry bro, but she’s my girlfriend.”

Ha…. that amused me for some reason.

I eventually head back to my schoolmates party upstairs.  I run into another Russian girl on the stairs, who’s good friends with the piercing-eyes Russian.

“Where you headed to?”  I say to her.

“I thought we were going to your place.”  She responds.

Wait…. what?  First I’ve heard of it.  Catches me off-guard a bit, but I try to roll with it and play it cool.

“Yeah, I got to get my coat.”

I head back to coat check and get my coat.  She grabs the other Russian girl (piercing-eyes) and they both follow me.

We go outside and walk to the street.  I’m standing there with them ready to hail a cab…. and out of nowhere, a Russian guy who doesn’t like me walks out of the club, says something to them in Russian, and they leave and go with him.

I’m standing there in the street dumbfounded.  Too drunk and confused to know what just happened.

After a few seconds, I gather myself and go back into the club.

The crowd has thinned down quite a lot, but I find my boy still with the Asians, so we go back to tag-team gaming them, and we even manage to split them up for a bit.  We eventually walk them out and they meet up with a larger group of Asians right outside and they all get in a cab together.  My boy and I realize it’s not happening tonight, and just chill outside and talk to everybody else who’s filing out of the club now.

Another one of my boys walks up to me, drunk and silly..  ”I saw you with that Russian girl!  She has the hots for you, man!”

Damn, now I’m starting to think I really shouldn’t have made out with her with everybody from school around.  I’m gonna fuck around and get a reputation.

I realize I still don’t even know the Russian girl’s name, so I catch another guy I know who is in her class – “hey, what are the Russian girls in your class names’?”

His response, “The one you were kissing – her name is [her name]” only furthers my concern that yes, everybody saw that shit.

I’m still not sure what the fuck happened there in the street when they left me….