Oh well...

Reached typical relationship pattern with my roommate, hate him when his is here, miss him when he is gone...

NY - Vegas - NY.

Hello dear who ever you are.

I haven't been writing for a while because of my long holiday in US where I didn't want to touch my computer at all. But now i'm back to rainy Moscow and back on writing my blog.

I had a lot of unhealthy and high calorie food in US, so need to double on a diet and working out now... No fun. But other then that I had a great time:

Went on a date with an old friend, spilled drink on a glamorous girl, who I'm sure still hates me as much as one can.
Hook up with bunch of my party people in NY.
Gambled in Vegas and managed to win.
And even spent some time with my ex who came to visit me in NY.

Here it is:

Sex and Honesty.

Today I got to think about all of the sex rules.

One one hand everybody knows that sex is fun, well almost everybody... And on the other, we are not supposed to have to much of it, we are supposed to go on several dates if we don't want to seem cheap and easy. And we are not supposed to be talking about it.

Couple of days ago I was in a bar and a guy came to me asking if I wanted to have a drink, the moment I saw him I knew that I will not be interested in having an intercourse, and so I told him:
 - You can, but I won't have sex with you.
Everyone around me, including a guy were shocked and offended. But why? Any woman or a man, being in a bar, can tell if they are interested in each-other within first 5 minutes, there rest is just foreplay. So isn't it more honest to just be clear about it?

I'll never believe that people come and get drunk in bars hoping to find their true love, we all come to have fun, drink and flirt. And in one out of a hundred times you'll see someone you are actually interested in (I'm not talking about bimbos and money bags). So why lie? Why can't we just do what we want to do and say what we wan't to say?

Why is it so hard for us to be honest? Even with ourselves?

Cosmo And a Bar.

So here I am, really close to be finally me again. The problem is - 27 year old me is still different form 23 year old me.
I'm more focused, I'm much more serious about career and money and less about hobbies and men.

This is not who I wanted to become, I still have an image in my head of a girl that jumps around with a happy smile and in a short skirt, but apparently that girl is now sitting at a bar, having her cocktail and thinking of how fun it would be if she could also read a book.

You know that there are many bars around the world with names like "Whiskey and Books" or "Bar and Books" but I wish that there would actually be a bar where you would come in, feel the atmosphere inspired by designer interior with fireplace and comfy chairs in a half dark room with a small nightstand and a lamp next to you, sit down, order a drink and read a book surrounded by other beautiful people reading books and chatting while listening to a jazz music (basically a library with less light and some drinks).
And then you wouldn't have to sit in a bar, doing nothing, and guys wouldn't have to come up with pickup lines - they would just talk about books that girls would read...

Ahh, that would be my kind of bar... Gosh, I feel old just typing this...

The Break In.

While I was caught up with my love life, some real life trouble happened at the door upstairs, where my lovely neighbor Vika lives.

Yesterday I was deep in my dream when I heard Ilya's (my roommate) voice. Andy get up, oh Andy, problem, big problem, bad thing happen really bad thing happened. At first I though that I was dreaming it, but when he came in to my room and screamed - GET UP, I understood... I'll have to get up.

Turned out, in the middle of the night he decided to go feed Vika's cat (she - Vika, not the cat - went on a holiday for 4 nights), and when he got upstairs, two men were leaving her room. He was about to ask them - "What the hell?", when one of them punched my poor roommate in the face, knocking him out for a couple of seconds.

After regaining consciousness, he came running downstairs, panicking and bleeding from his nose.
We called cops and ambulance. All of the talking and dealing with doctors took us about 3 hours.
Then her door was locked and sealed with yellow tape, and the cat successfully moved in to our apartment for the time being.

The fun we have...

Strangest night.

Hello my friends,

Sorry I haven't wrote for so long, but I had a crazy week. First as you know, my ex came to town, so some drama was involved. We are trying to stay friends and of course it's really hard when you just had 4 year of relationship. You are always caught up in between. And every time you see each other, you are looking at your fails:

Fail to get married.
Fail to keep the relationship.
Fail to make him love you enough to be with you.
But he left again, and I'm back to recovery.

I had a week of vegetable salads. No mayo, no cheese, no sweets, no sweet drinks and workouts every day. IT WAS HARD! The great part is I see results already, I've lost weight and got stronger. Strong enough to dance all night in a bar. Now that's where the fun story comes in:

The plan was to go out and have some drinks in a bar, then have a meeting with late arriving client and come back to a bar. I guess it's time you know what I do for living, else this story won't make any sense.

My boss has a company called "Moscow Suites". It's a small business he started 5 years ago and I joined 3 years later. Besides being my boss he is one of the best friends I have and we've known each other for 7 years now. We own about 20 apartments in the center of Moscow and we rent them as serviced apartments with free pickups, housekeeping etc. So my job is to run everything starting from getting arrival details from a client, ending coming to say farewell to the apartment when he leaves and making sure he got to the airport safe.

So this particular night I was waiting for check in of our clients in the apartment at 1 am, his friends were already in Moscow, they even left their stuff in the room and took keys, but couldn't wait to let him in. By 2 am I got pretty bored... His plane was late, he lost his bag and his friends were calling me every 5 minutes, trying to figure out how to get to a bar.
In the middle of one of those conversation I heard someone opening the door with a key. I asked guys if one of them decided to go back home, the answer was:
- No, no everyone is here.
- Well, there is definitely someone at the door - I said, being pretty confused.
- Oh wait, Dave is missing, that's Dave.

Well Dave wasn't coming home all by himself, he managed to get a girl somewhere on the way, I started panicking, imagine you come in to apartment with a guy and see another girl in full makeup there.
They entered... 1 min of awkward silence.
- I've waiting for Shane! - I basically screamed at girls face, while Dave was showing me with signs to go to another room.
I retreated and asked Shane - who was already on his way to meet me in the other apartment guys have booked.
While this fun stuff was happening, the rest of the group gave up their efforts to find a bar and decided to pick up me and Shane and move out together.
By the time everyone arrived it was 3am. After guys stop being complete idiots while trying to ruin their friend's night and having drinks, we finally moved out to a bar. Luckily my friends were still there and we end up having a lot of fun.

That's my life eh. It's crazy but I like it.

The Date.

Last night I was so devastated with the "ex dinner", I decided to agree to go on a date with the guy who was trying to ask me out for several years. His name was David, and he was a 35 years old successful investment banker from UK.
Dinner turned out to be just great, he took me to posh Sushi restaurant "Nobu". Food was delicious, drinks were fine and he was funny and charming.  After dinner I took him to a bar  for a couple of drinks, one thing about him, he does not handle his drinks well, by the time I started to have fun, he was falling on a floor... In any case I decided that he deserved at least a little make-out session after wich I went home.

Not the love of my life, but we could definitely have some fun together from time to time.