Dating a czech
He warned me with a smile that that’s not the way it works in Czech.
I knew he was just trying hard to make impression on me but he was once again underestimating me. I wanted him to show me his Prague -the places that he loves not Prague that all the tourist guides show us- so we joined all the crowds of tourists drifting down the magnificent narrow streets of night Prague.
A place where later on I used to take friends and relatives who kept coming to visit me and Prague during my stay and they were all impressed.
I think that evening I got as much attention as I had always wanted to.
What has forever been making me feel sick in the guts is cheap women.
I am too young, too smart and still too attractive to be on sale, and it’s even more ridiculous when you try hard to pay for something that they just won’t sell anyway. When I got back home to the dormitory my Bulgarian friend laughed at me and told me that her best friend was being a stupid blonde for not accepting the necklace that he was trying to buy for me half of the evening.
For example, when rain days has happened I can enjoy it fully with good book and nice cup of tea. more about Taniusha from ODESSA I am calm and kind, I am always sincere with people and always ready to support friends.
Hopefully they’ve got amazing women who take care that things go in check and it’s under their guidance that Czech men thrive.
At some point of my stay in Czech I got completely convinced that this nation badly needs to erect a monument to celebrate all the contemporary Czech women without whom I truly believe Czech men today will be totally lost. for my first date with a guy since I don’t know how many years. – it’s always a challenge and demands more efforts to understand one and to love one as as he is and to make yourself understood, sort of to bridge the gap. Actually, I was doing pretty good –following a demanding program in fields that my linguistic mind had little knowledge and finding time for socializing with relatively high-class locals. Although nearly 30, he looked real good and would say that he like a man of style if he didn’t start kissing me passionately right away – lack of taste for which I will somehow excuse an Italian but not a Czech.
So I made up my mind to give that Czech guy the chance and he was smart enough to seize the opportunity.
His fist try to take me out was a complete failure, though.Simply this Czech guy was definitely not on the right track with me. Actually it was at that point of our date that I already knew I needed to get back home right away.