A Canadian Dating Life

Oh My F**king GOD ANNA!!

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Take me back to Germany!

Hey Matroshkas!!!! This week I bring you “A day in a life of this Russian nut head” I mean I shouldn’t be so mean to my mom. LOL, Jk! I figure this is as good as any time to let you all know where I am from, and how I came to choosing such crappy men to date. Taking you all back to when it started, yes IT ALL.

First I want to thank you all, who read this on a daily basis. I realize I have lots of viewers who don’t have a Tumblr account but share my wonderful blog on their own social media. Insta/FB Etc. So I want to personally thank you for reading every week.

And secondly, for all you new comers; welcome to a Day in a Life of a Canadian/Russian/ dating life thing!

In many ways, my parents were very protective. And I say that very generously. I grew up in a multi-cultural household. My mother and I were born in Russia. My step dad was born in Iraq; my first sister was born in Israel/Palestine. And my second/ youngest was born in Canada. Having to be home schooled in Russian, and go to an Israeli school did help me sponge all those wonderful languages at a young age. My Mom married my step dad and we took a 2 year honeymoon, “Yes, we all went. I mean I am glad they included me. Probably would call her more of a nut case if she didn’t” to many countries across Europe. Including; France, Sweden, and Germany. We stayed in Germany for a year, in which I had to learn the language. Was it easy growing up with a Middle Eastern step farther? LOL, I will let you figure that out.

I was not allowed to hug any boys, touch any boys, and look at any boys. Was there commercials about boys, yes! Was I allowed to look at them? No! Oh Mama, how am I supposed to give you grandchildren at this age?

Not all was dreadful, in a sense I am happy that I got to visit multiple countries and 3 different continents before I was 11 years old. It brought a true testament to my development characteristics as a child. But damn mom! I don’t think I went on a date until I was at least 17 LOL. Maybe that was a good thing, although, it did leave me wanting a fairy-tale Disney Princess story, or at least one, where I was the protagonist.

Thank you for taking a trip back to memory lane with me this week. I guess this was a mild buffer to the ultimate Dating Blog I share with you every week. Alas, more to come next week. #Staytuned #Matryoshkas Stay tuned.

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This week, fast forward to past weekend. Damn, we didn’t even have Sex?

SO!! Here is the thing, I am at this point in my life, where I have this very kool, and comfortable living… thing…and.. I like my friends the way they are… I mean. I have a cat! Lol and I have an amazing job, and I travel …a lot… to like Mexico and Jamaica. ANYWAYS! IRL – I am looking for someone to complement my life, someone to be there… and Someone one who “preferably” wont yell at a Mario Party game when he loses. Or she! I mean I like both, but yes, Yes, this happened.

You know when you invite a guy over, and you clean your whole house beforehand. EVEN that back corner of your toilet bowl, because you think damn! A guy is going to piss here and will see this one black spot. Well, I did that. I cleaned my whole, and I mean my WHOLE entire apartment. Bitch I even cleaned my closet, and no Eminem was not playing at that moment.

I looked fresh fam! my hair was so soft; I mean I washed it… (you know what I mean). Rule #1, never invite a new person to your house on the first dangout!... OH yeah he called it a dangout, because we were splitting on things we contributed to this first “Date”. I can’t!... #smh …He walked in, with a raggedy shirt, and was sweating… I’m sorry, You needed 3 hours to get ready so you can sweat at my HUMBLE ABOAT!. I have nothing against bigger guys, I like them…sometimes. But maybe you shouldn’t tell me you were once a coke addict, and that you hate sushi! Because we are no longer friends. So, upon playing Mario Party, I was like ok! So, you are not going to be my friend. You will never probs see me again, so why not try to be seductive.

I flirted, I was laughing at “No funny jokes” and I even went up to make us drinks a few times. Then I pulled my shirt down a little more and sat on the same couch. Put my leg overtop, and… NOTHING! Oh lord! At this point we were watching a movie.. On “Aheem” “Aheem” NETFLIX! 0_0. Isn’t the whole point of Netflix to watch an old movie so you can get busy!! … I guess not. Him – “Hey so since I have been drinking, can I sleep over?” I was like… yeah on my couch, ((cuz bitch not horny no more)) and I can give you blankets. He’s like.. or on your bed… I’m like… OR THE COUCH! Listen, ladies… if a man does not treat you like a princess for the night.. Don’t open your legs! End. Of. Story. So, I think he took the hint because I didn’t want him sleeping over… I wanted him gone!

By far the weirdest part of all, is that he woke me up at 2am. Woke me up to say he was leaving… First of all, thank you for telling me. Yes, I 100% appreciate that I was made aware you weren’t stealing anything. But dude… FINALLY?. And this was by far the BEST outcome I could have had. Welcome to my blog bitch! Because you were the final straw for making me want to write about your nut balls!. WHICH, may I add Don’t taste great!.

Back next week with another nut case! #Staytuned #Matryoshkas Stay Tuned!

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First Date = GO-GO Stiletto boots! #why!

This first blog, we will go back in time when I was a “freshman” in College if you will. Young, energetic… a virgin, I think? Ha, perhaps.

It was one of the most amazing years filled with hope, desire to be free, and most importantly; no parents, at. all. I moved from Hamilton Ontario to London, to study photography. Epic fail on two counts. One- No parents meant free rein, and Two- free rein meant, I was learning jack shit about my lenses and more about Jack Daniels. #moneywellspeny

It was also a start to my everlasting journey of online dating. You see, when a girl is raised by a Russian Mother and a Middle Eastern Stepfather. There is not much room for that sensual, curiosity and growth.

2010, second year in London. Absolutely no idea as to what I was doing, but a girl’s got to eat right! #OhthoseSkinnyJeanDays! They caused trouble that’s for sure. I do not know how I survived going on dates without putting out. Foreign concept, right? But it was by far the greatest benefactor I could have ever hoped for in my early 20s.

Will never forget my first POF date. Yeah, that was a thing even back then! Let me paint this wonderful picture. Me- Sups cute, wearing heals (I think) half black jeans, half some sort of a black top. With, and I am not joking. Go-Go looking white heal 4in stiletto boots, that I got on sale from some weird shop down the street for $5. LOL #WTF… “And yes, I do recall this night, because I have pics to prove it” …and NO I will not share! This was #2010fashionsence. Him- Cute middle eastern boy. Yes, very stereotypical of me. What can I say, I had a type? Don’t remember what he wore, don’t think it mattered. #lol We went out to like a, TGI Friday’s “I believe” They had a patio back then right? Got dinner, shared a desert. And that’s when my Paranoia kicked in. Poor dude, I must have asked him maybe 20 times if he was ok paying. Bank account-$10 HA, well at least I was honest. Never seen a boy run so fast in my life. Point taken, never date a weirdo who can’t reassure you that you don’t have to a thing on your first date. Also note taken, STOP telling men how much you have I your bank account.

ALSO NOTE SUPS TAKEN: don’t ever wear those stupid looking shoes ever again, feet killed. Walked home on the train tracks back to V-Commons. As I entered my parking lot, I looked over 20feet to my right. I guess there will be a new night club on my street! #Morestories #Staytuned #Matryoshkas Stay Tuned.

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This is...a blog about a girl

Who told her stories, all across the world!

And when she looked out for those

Heart felt men, she instantly remembered

SHE’S RUSSIAN!!!

#staytuned Matryoshka’s stay tuned!