Dating when i have ocd

I’m willing to concede that Russian women actually living in Russia are different than Russian women living in the USA, but based on the many stories I’ve heard, I really doubt it.

I’m just being clear that I have no experience with these women while they’re living in their home countries; just those who live in the USA.

All was well until she started viciously attacking other women on my Facebook page.

At one point, my sister-in-law (my brother’s wife who even had the same last name as me) posted a friendly post on my personal Facebook page, and this Russian woman lost her mind.

I drove her to her friend’s house, and she got out, dropped something off, talked to her friend for a few minutes, and got back in my car. I start shaking my head, but she pleads with me and says that it’s very close.

After confirming that the location is indeed close, against my better judgment, I agree. ” and angrily throws her package on the floor of my car, folds her arms, and looks out the window.

She had no car, so I picked her up at her apartment which was right by the bar we were going visit. I’ve been on an amount of first dates that numbers well into the triple digits, and I’ve had a woman this brazenly scream a constant stream of negativity like that, not to mention making me wait 40 minutes.

She goes in, picks up her stuff, spends a few minutes, talks to someone for a bit, and then comes back out. All the way to her house, she gives me the silent treatment. She had a successful small business, doing biz both in the USA and Russia. I hit her up for a second date the day after and she eagerly agreed.

Note that most of these were many years ago, so if you have any critiques on my game or my actions, just remember that.

Russian Girl 1: I was once on a first date with a Russian girl and we were more or less hitting it off.

I could tell this was a very bad idea, so I gently prodded her to move along. It was no big deal, and outside of the perfume shit, I had a good time. She responded again (after five minutes) saying that she was “almost ready” and would be right down in a “few minutes.” I really considered driving away, but I waited.

She frowned at me, kept on smelling different perfumes, and asking the clerk there various questions. The next day, I texted her and hit her up for a third meet. After almost 40 minutes of this bullshit, she comes down.

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