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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #30 on: December 13, 2011, 11:03:46 PM »
Monday 12.XII

When all else fails, blame men from outer space.


Today was the last day in Kiev, Igor and I tried to reach of few more women without much success. Finally we reached Alisa or Alice. She agreed to meet us at four till her very important English class at six pm

We meet outside the McDonalds and agreed to go to Ukrainian place on Schevenko Park. The food was OK and we talked to just over 6 pm. It was interesting talking to her; she listened and occasionally asked for clarification. Her spoken English was only fair. She had though traveled across a fair bit of Europe and was planning a vacation to Indonesia and Malaysia.

We returned to the apartment, which I started to dislike, and it was latter than I hopped, we called Inna and agreed to meet at Ciro’s. Inna arrived and we talked Igor arrived and we parted company. Ciro’as has on some nights live music and the style tonight was a sort of Lounge – Jazz. It was in fact quite good. They played a wide range from Cole Porter, to Sting. What was odd they had never heard of Everything but the Girl or the Style Council.

Inna and I finally ended up in the apartment and we talked as well as were more intimate. She wanted to see me again so I will return in January to be with her.

I guess this dissertation will continue . . .

For now I get ready for skiing and look at what my options and possibilities are with regards to women.
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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #31 on: December 18, 2011, 12:53:24 AM »
As I head to Austria, I continue to write to a number of the women that I met, I find myself wondering if they are the right cup of tea for me.

What is odd with two women that there seemed to be a connection have said that they did not wish to have further contact with me. Oddly enough I am back in contact with Anna the red head and we have agreed to meet on my next trip to Ukraine.

If I look back on using Igor and not writing or having extenseive Skype or phone contact before hand I think it is for me not a bad way to go.

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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #32 on: January 08, 2012, 01:30:10 PM »
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 I just got around to reading this and wanted to pass on that I enjoyed the report.  :thumbsup:   

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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #33 on: January 12, 2012, 08:38:15 AM »
This morning the 12th I flew back to Kiev as a follow up from my December trip. While initially I was going to visit more than one woman I have decided on spending time with Miss Cappuccino (Inna) only. She returned to Kiev from Lugansk and we will get together with her son for dinner, shortly. I have a nice two-bedroom apartment and while she has to work tomorrow the plan is to spend time together and see how we feel about each other.

Yes I have misgivings on a number of issues. Our age difference is large 20 + years. Is she interested in things that interest me? I am uncertain what she sees in me. . . well for that matter . . .

On the other side she is a wonderful mother to her son. She seems passionate and compassionate. She is determined and intelligent. Bear in mind she decided that she wanted to do more than be a kindergarten teacher and learned English over the period of less than six months.

So I will go with the flow and see what happens. If you wish you can read my drivel or Nadsat depending on perspective.
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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #34 on: January 13, 2012, 02:36:40 AM »
So Miss Cappuccino and I agreed to met at the TGI Fridays, which is in front of my apartment. I was early and brought a Dutch newspaper and some crayons for her son.

True to form she had a cup of Cappuccino on arrival and I decided to have a mudslide, I forgot how moreish these are! Her son seem pleased with the crayons but soon was back to playing games of Inna's 4G. We talked and it was harmless non-directional banter. We seemed to avoid eye contact and were unfocused.

I told her that I had not seen the Christmas lights and we left and walked the entire length of Krashadik. The stands for Goldilocks seems to have grown. The light shows were certainly impressive compared to the threadbare displays of Amsterdam. Also the lights have been more or less removed already in Amsterdam. Here it seems they keep the lights up for a while longer.

But as we walked I sensed a certain distance and in fact it seemed we were both confused and uncertain as to what we wanted to do. I often found myself wondering what was she thinking and what does she want. Eventually I told her that if she wanted to go back to her place this would be disappointing but I would understand. We came to the entrance of the courtyard and holding hands we went to the front door.

Well we all went in and up and in the apartment she was amazed by the room and set up. In fact except the choice of a very cold blue walls it is a very nicely set up apartment close to the center but on a quiet courtyard. Miss Cappuccino had asked me to bring some products from Clinique and when asking she said that she would send me via Western Union the funds ~ I told her that was necessary. She was extremely pleased because I got her exactly what she wanted. When she told me what the products would cost in Kiev I nearly fell backwards. The black market for this stuff most be vibrant. 

In any event I gave her son some small Corgi cars of Ferrari's and he was happy racing them on the floor. By 10 pm Miss Cappuccino had her son in bed playing games on her foon. We talked and cuddled as we watched different video's we talked about favourite actrices, hers being Charlie Therzon and mine being Juliette Binoche as well as Andie McDowell. I let slip that I had a bottle of champagne, which we consumed as we watched Ukraine X factor.

At some point I turned the cuddles into kisses that were filled with yearning and desire.

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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #35 on: January 13, 2012, 04:25:56 AM »
We ended in an horizontal state on my bed.

At a certain point she indicated that she needed and wanted to sleep next to her son, which I reluctantly agreed to. We both needed showers and afterwards a surprising moment occurred. I asked her from sitting on her bed wrapped in a towel to cover her eyes and give me her hand. With her free hand I lead her out the room with the other hand tracing the wall and along the door to the front door where I turned the lock over twice holding her hand.

She was almost in tears, her lips quivering.

I explained than she would know the route out of the room in an emergency - she explained that she thought I was throwing her out of the apartment. I explained my reasoning and she mustered a half smile and hugged me.

In the morning I snuggled next to her and gave her small tickles, kisses and caresses. Her alarm when off and she began to awake her son. They got dressed and we walked holding hands to the metro, she was about an half hour late for work son in tow.

But looking back I can see that my safety precaution could be seen for something entirely different.  :fighting0025:
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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #36 on: January 13, 2012, 04:36:34 AM »
"With her free hand I lead her out the room with the other hand tracing the wall and along the door to the front door where I turned the lock over twice holding her hand."

Now this is something i will start implementing in the future  :laugh: Good stuff!!!
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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #37 on: January 13, 2012, 08:05:01 AM »
The day started slow, but seems things are headed in the right direction, good luck :thumbsup:
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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #38 on: January 13, 2012, 09:10:17 AM »
"With her free hand I lead her out the room with the other hand tracing the wall and along the door to the front door where I turned the lock over twice holding her hand."

Now this is something i will start implementing in the future  :laugh: Good stuff!!!


Safety precaution my ass AvHdB, your tooting her horn and keeping her on her toes - bet she loved it!!


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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #39 on: January 13, 2012, 09:55:15 AM »
"With her free hand I lead her out the room with the other hand tracing the wall and along the door to the front door where I turned the lock over twice holding her hand."

Now this is something i will start implementing in the future  :laugh: Good stuff!!!

Safety precaution my ass AvHdB, your tooting her horn and keeping her on her toes - bet she loved it!!

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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #40 on: January 13, 2012, 10:39:48 PM »
Friday the 13th of January

OK today is/was also the start of the New Year on the old Georgian calender.

I  awoke and with a tickle and caress got in bed next to Miss Cappucinno. She was groggy but managed to smile. She looked at the time on her foon and groaned. She attempted to get Dannik to awake with no success.

Anyways I put on my jeans and cut some Dutch breakfast bread and cheese. Eventually she was moving and needed to get to work. I made a foto of her and she was not happy with this. We walked to the metro and agreed to meet at night for dinner.

In the afternoon I went to get some shopping for breakfast. Here I was confused between the different types of milk and a man helped in perfect English, he also explained that eggs that were farm fresh were better and the same price as those near the dairy section. It turned out his wife and family lived in Chicago and his parents lived in Kiev, he was seeing them for the holidays.

Outside I met him again and we spoke further. It turns out he is an antique coin dealer in Russian and Ukraine coins in Chicago. We started talking about the market and he was surprised that I knew the different markets and auction houses. I explained my area of knowledge and he invited me to the market that opens at 6 am on Saturday but it runs all day.

Miss Cappuccino arrived around 8:30 at night and discovered that the restaurants were busy, OK it is Friday and a holiday. We ended up in the beer place at the Arena, nothing special and I found the price to quality expensive. There we talked about further things and how we each saw the future for us. It was general and in a way noncommittal.

By 10:30 we were back at the apartment Dannik played for 15 or so minutes was in bed, he was tired. I made a Hollywood Hot for us and almost directly Miss C was asleep on my lap. Caressing her I wondered about the future for us.

I got her into one of my T-shirts and next to her son and than turned in myself sleeping alone poorly.
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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #41 on: January 15, 2012, 02:43:00 PM »
I awoke early around 6 am, a bit of RUA chit/chat & look at some auction sites.

Began to get breakfast ready, scrambled eggs, home fries with Old Bay and bacon.  Eventually I woke up Inna with a kiss and a hug. She opens her eyes and says good morning. I slip under the sheets and I hug while her son begins to come out of his sleep.

Eventually she arises and I show her what I have done in the kitchen, the home fries are delicious as is the bacon. I do last the scrambled eggs and she says delicious but indicates she rarely eats such a large breakfast. She is impressed though.

We get dressed and Danik does not eat anything, Inna rolls her eyes but decided the battle is not worth it, I agree. After cleaning the kitchen we head first for a morning dose of Cappuccino. Here Inna had a foon call ~ it was clear it did not go well.

From the coffee place we called a taxi to bring us the antique market, I was very curious. Crossing the Dnieper onto the left bank (the new side) we drove a bit to a fairly new expo center. While I could not do anything about it we were rather late and after paying the 20 Hryvnia entrance fee we walked around already some of the dealers were packing up. In fact often in the States those who have a space are frequently called pickers.

These sorts of flea markets are most likely around the world I have been to one near London and in the States there is Brimfield and Atlantic City. It still amazes me to see what people will flog and try to sell as collectable. Some was the generic old pots and pans as well traditional clothing and just stuff.

There was a very large presence of dealers with coins and medals. Some appeared early 19th century but the majority were of the Soviet era. One dealer had some reasonable Ikons and a few late 19th century maps. I explained how the markets worked and the nature of the dealers to Inna. She in fact seemed disinterested.

To me the most interesting thing here are the diverse and varied Soviet era porcelain figures. A few of the dealers were eager to share their knowledge others as I looked at items continued to pack them up. So that everyone understands in UK there was Royal Doulton and Derby, in Holland there is Delft but these pieces tend to more oriented to plates and vases. Perhaps most famous is the Danish, Royal Copenhagen who made a very stylized range of figures and animals in the post war period. These figurines bric a brac if you will are over the entire world.

During this time Inna was on the foon and only marginally interested in anything. I found a book albeit in Cyrillic that catalogues the marks and signatures and purchased that to study latter.

In any event I found a group of five figures where the dealer wanted in totaal 2,400 Hryvnia I offered 1,800, the dealer refused. I called Slava the coin dealer and asked if he could come over. He spoke with the dealer and offered 2,000 Hryvnia but again the picker who only had his items on the floor refused to negotiate. It is odd you see dealers like this around the world. I still have my money ~ I guess he still has his porcelain figures.

Walking away I understood Slava said to Inna what an idiot regarding the dealer. I had the feeling that he liked Inna as a person.

We eventually left and decided to go to the SkyMall where Dannik could play. Inna was visible unhappy, I knew her mother would arrive tomorrow after I left ~ there was some problem.  What for me was unknown. I thought about delaying my flight and asked Inna if she liked this idea. She was non-committal. I asked if her parents knew of me and she said yes, but she stressed her future was her concern only.

Here in the SkyMall it was interesting yes there were certainly beautiful women but in fact this could be a mall in the States, people were dragging bored and cranky kids, spending money trying to be happy. Young girls were in groups giggling and with too much make up on. People often were very average looking, tired run down and just trudging.

What the problem was with Inna I could not tell ~ I tried to find out but Inna said everything was OK. After about an hour I thought enough and more or less decided that if I could not understand her and she would not share the problems, so be it, this would be our only time together.
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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #42 on: January 15, 2012, 03:36:40 PM »
Do you look for Soviet medals and if so are they still found on the streets for good prices or is that pretty much a thing of the past? Many years ago I knew a man who did this for income, smuggled them out basically.

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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #43 on: January 15, 2012, 09:40:07 PM »
Do you look for Soviet medals and if so are they still found on the streets for good prices or is that pretty much a thing of the past? Many years ago I knew a man who did this for income, smuggled them out basically.

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The Soviet era medals do not interest me, I did not earn them. Also I suspect that you do not have to smuggle them. As for Ikons and art that is another issue.

It is only that Soviet era pottery some of it porcelain often based on Meissen prototypes that is interesting to me.
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Re: Back to The Ukraine
« Reply #44 on: January 16, 2012, 02:36:29 AM »
We retunred to the apartment and I worked on my laptop. I wondered about things and looked in on Miss Cappuccino as she and her son watch TV. I told her I had no enthusiasm to cook together and we agreed to eat out.

Moments latter she went off to the bathroom and I heard her take a shower. She came to me wrapped and smiled, she told me she was not feeling well, for the first time she needed to use Google translator to explain she was nauseous. But felt much better for having the shower. Also all the calls were with her landlord. It seemed that he expected he could use the room of Inna this coming Sunday. But her mother was coming and she was distraught about what to do.

We talked in a meandering fashion and I asked her about what her goals and dreams were/are. It seemed to me very material a home with children, a big car and dog, an interesting job. One thing she did not understand was how to build a future together, I live it seems so far away.

We ate dinner at Ciro’s with wine and three courses using the discount card the totaal bill was 560 Hryvnia. Back in the apartment Dannik at 10:30 was in bed and we talked in general terms further.

She has learned as many women in her situation to depend on her self. She alone was responsible for raising Dannik and creating her own success. But she yearned to be treated as a Princess by a man.

At some point we spoke of LovePlanet and she told me while many men are still contacting her the most interesting was a man from Turkey who for the last twenty years has lived in Moscow. She indicated but did not say so in many words that they had never met but he bought for her among other things her computer and foon. I did learn there was no possibility of a relationship between them.

I had bought a bottle of champagne and we drank as we watched Die Hard over dubbed in Russian – boring in my book, and the champagne only lasted to when the hostages end up on the roof. The film ends and we get ready for bed I ask Inna to sleep with me but she says she needs to be next to Dannik. I realized I would like to be treated like a king and you are not a princess.

At 4:30 I awake and I leave enough money on the bedside table in her room to rent the apartment for one more night. I caress her cheek and leave. She is still wearing my favourite T-Shirt. Downstairs I meet with the taxi driver and ask about renting the apartment for one more night not a problem he says. As well as ferrying Inna and Dannik to train station and back. This cost an extra 100 Hryvnia seems fair for about an hours worth of work.

There is light snow and it is cold minus –3 degrees at departure. Have a coffee and scotch and board the bus for the plane. Find my seat and also getting on late is the guy in the seat across from me. Plane gets deiced the snow is off the wings but there is a coating of ice on the windows (I assume the entire fuselage) some were rather upset with the ice over the windows, I suspect they wanted a refund.

Sitting next to a Canadian coming back from visiting his wife in Poltava, they are waiting for her visa so she can join him in Calgary. I commented to him I have had Ukrainian girl friends, “they are wonderful but a bit crazy”. He sighed, “Yes true, mine is the most crazy though.” I wondered how long it took him to have ‘success’.
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