I’ve had male suitors who kept calling for years after I stopped picking up the phone.
In big cities, it’s not uncommon for a man to just run up to you in the street and say, “ century nobleman.
When I met one of my Russian boyfriends, he had (as is customary) come by the house several times to take me on long walks and brought cake for me and my parents, never once making anything remotely resembling an advance.
One night, I was lying in my room fantasizing about him (he was sleeping downstairs), when I heard my bedroom door creak.
Only a few minutes ago, we’d been standing together drinking beer, when the other guy made the dubious and drunken decision to put his arm around me.
What happened next was awful, confusing, and I wanted it to stop.
It was “No Means Yes, and Yes Means Anal.” Not surprisingly, the attitude toward rape in Russia is still depressingly medieval. That’s life,” my mother would say with a shrug as she heard about a recent rape victim on the news.