Femme Fatale

In Kiev, I met a girl so beautiful, so seductive, with a dash of crazy, that I knew I was in trouble. Her name was Katerina. I was drawn into her game.

I met Katerina on my Lufthansa flight from Frankfurt to Boryspil International Airport. She sat next to me, and just based on her appearance and manner, I figured she was a nice, sweet, innocent girl. In hindsight, making these assumptions about any Slavic girl can get you into some trouble.

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Saturday Night In Kiev: A Tale Of Two Girls

My second week in Kiev I scheduled a date with a cute local girl, named Maria. I met her online, and was talking to her a week before my trip to Kiev. She was going to a bar called Banka near the University, and I was set to meet her, with a couple of her friends for a birthday.

I arrived a bit early with my wingman, Alex, and we grabbed a couple of drinks. Maria came in, sat down with her friends, I told her I’d come over in a bit. I wanted to play it a bit coy, like I didn’t care that she was there. She kept looking over at me, but I ignored, sat and drank my Cuba Libre (Rum and Coke), and talked to Alex.

Half-hour passed by, and Maria went out to go for a smoke. Seeing this as an excellent opportunity to avoid being the dancing monkey for her friends, I scurry outside and begin chatting with her, exchanging hugs.

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My First Night In Brasov: Eurovision, Romanian Artists, Alcohol-consuming dogs

My first night in Brasov was an interesting one to say the least, and it’s one that I won’t soon forget.

I arrived in Brasov early in the evening on Thursday, and met my host who owned the apartment I was renting. She was a young, vibrant local named Anna who was; let’s say more ‘free’ than the average person. I don’t want to label her as a hippy, but she was ‘fringe’. Her boyfriend had an interesting name that I can’t spell, so I’ve decided to omit that.

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