I have no greater pet peeve than women that agree to go out on a date with me that have no interest in having sex with me. Usually they want English conversation practice or something - they bore me to tears. I think they all have the same personality. They all go to the same dreary places on vacation and eat sushi and drink green tea. Most of them majored in economics, marketing or linguistics, and haven't visited any city in Russia other than St. Petersburg and where granny lives. I was at some sad little OGI-crowd-5-years-on place called Masterskaya where they wanted 150 rubles for .5 liters of swill (Jiguli beer) and 350 for mojitos. I'm sorry, but I'm never going to buy anyone a $12 drink in a city where sex costs the equivalent of seven drinks. I understand that it's your tradition for the man to pay, even if the woman makes the same amount of money. It just doesn't make any sense, in light of the pricing model. Obviously I'm not going to buy a woman seven drinks, but I also have to drink, and when you're pretending to be happy despite having to shell out so much cash, you can't enjoy drinking. And then there are taxis; I hate cab drivers, but they're a necessity for women, who usually wear heels. And guess who has to pay? I'd rather get a hobag and then sate myself with a Coke and a Snickers - it's cheaper and I end the evening with a smile on my face. Women always drag you to places that reflect that they don't have any concept of how much things cost, like rent. I'm sure it's fine for some girl that lives in a two-room shithole with her parents, whose mother cooks for her, to spend $10 each on drinks - she doesn't have any expenses. My revenge will come in the end - once these women hit 30 (quite possibly with fatherless children in tow), nobody will ever want to spend money on them ever again.
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