Here is one manifesto of woman against those men who always complain about women's materialism
Piece on Psychology of Russian Women
Finally, I decided to write it.
All these days I was following the discussion that ensued in the previous post… and suddenly understood one thing.
I always knew it, but now realized it especially clearly.
The vast majority of men – maybe, about eighty percent – write that chicks need money, cars, fur coats and that women are mercantile and prudent …
But here is something I want to tell you, men. From my own experience and experience of my girl friends. The same eighty percent won’t bring a girl flowers on the date, won’t take her to restaurant or even some budget cafe; they won’t spend even ten dollars on her. Instead, they will take her for a promenade in the cold autumn evening, without thinking that she is cold and walking in the heels is simply hard.
These men won’t be smart enough to take her for a dinner in some cozy restaurant, no … They won’t think even to treat her with a cup of coffee.
And if they are enough generous to buy her coffee – then they start thinking how she should pay back for this coffee with her body.
And then, when she doesn’t want to go out for the second, similarly miserable date, these eighty percent will come to forums and complain that women are greedy and mercantile.
Tanya, my former client, told me once the story about broken lock. She simply had to change it. She mentioned about it to her neighbor during the conversation, she didn’t even ask his help – he himself insisted on a visit. Changing the lock (which, by the way, she bought herself) was a matter of five minutes.
In exchange Tanya fed him dinner. But then he wanted sex. And not just wanted, but with the words “Come on, you see, I fixed it for you…”
What a hero, huh?
And he was very surprised that she didn’t agree. Two days later Tanya learned from their mutual friend that she was mercantile bitch whom he helped while she [...]
Anya, my manicurist, told me about her first date with a guy she met on internet. Anya came from work – in skirt, stylish jacket and high heels. It was autumn. Do you think he offered her a cup of coffee? No!
And he knew that she was right after work.
For four hours, four hours in cold autumn, he was walking with her in the park with awful asphalt. For four hours he was spreading his “peacock tail” in front of her, telling how really cool he was and how he needed the true human relations; and that, if Anya was with him, he would take care of her and cherish her …
Anya told me that after four hours of his chatter and human “concern” in the cold park, she turned into icicle with numb fingers and even couldn’t feel her feet.
But he didn’t take her even to the cheapest cafe, only feeding with fairy-tales about high relationships.
She finally broke down and ran away. Afterwards he called her two more times. Remembering the cold nightmare, Anya flatly refused to continue dating.
In their last conversation he said that, like everyone else, she is a “material bitch, who cares only about money,” and that “as soon as he mentioned the human relationship, she disappeared.”
And hung up.
Now, perhaps, he is wandering in Internet spreading the stories about the mercantile women.
What’s there to talk about, if the wish of girl to have a cup of coffee for 100 rubles [ed: ~ $ 3] many of you consider mercantile?
And you are not willing to spend those 100 rubles.
But if you do, then start thinking – will she “give” or not? [ed: in Russian language the word "give" means the woman's consent to sex]
I know loads of similar stories. In different variations. But the bottom line is always the same – you don’t want to show even the basic courting, but always want some quality bang!
And the majority of men, coming to visit a girl, will be almost empty-handed. In best case, there will be a single rose and dull chocolate. Few of you would think that instead of the useless chocolate, you could bring a piece of meat which eventually would be fed to you. Isn’t that true, men?
And few of you think that she was “breaking” her head thinking what to cook for you for dinner. I know a lot of such stories, a lot.
Moreover, though very rarely, I happen to have some personal life. Sometimes I meet men who don’t know who I am. And I met such hogs.
They are quite many of them, it turns out. Unfortunately, this is not uncommon and not an exception.
A lot of those who are ready to “hike” with you, on high heels, on the asphalt with potholes, a lot of chatter-boxes trying to look successful, but who can’t even offer to drink coffee.
There were also those who, after taking me somewhere, would suggest to split the bill (and I never setup anyone, I always offer a man to choose the dishes from menu).
And after splitting the bill they – as if this is how it should be – try to see what you’ve got in your pants.
And are very surprised to be rejected.
Are you completely lost, or what? ..