This sense that they are obligated to look out for you, not because you’re weaker or feeble-minded, but because you -- as the fountain from which life springs forth -- are precious and valuable.You do not meet a Russian man, you are chosen by one.After the punching finally stopped, Anton walked up to me shirtless and sweaty, caked with blood and dirt, his arms outstretched in an unmistakable gesture of victory. Pistols at dawn seemed a ludicrous symbol of male egotism, and I longed for men in tailored suits, who solved arguments with Woody Allen jokes and New Yorker references.But what I mistook for a smile was actually a grimace. But then Anton hugged me, heat and sweat rising from his torso, his arms wrapped around me in a promise of eternal protection, inhaling me in that way men do to show they’re grateful that you’re safe.
Moving through the darkness, he sat on the edge of my bed and stared at me for a few moments.
I had female friends who had no idea they were apparently someone’s girlfriend.
The American teachers at my language school had a phrase to describe dating Russian men.
In big cities, it’s not uncommon for a man to just run up to you in the street and say, “While all men like a challenge, the average American man tends to stop pursuit once you indicate that you are repulsed by his presence.
Russians, on the other hand, aren’t going to let a little thing like your disinterest keep them from being your boyfriend.