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--- Sagt Konstantin |
| Hi, my name is Ekaterina.
You left me your email address on a Dating site. And now I m writing to ask how you are? If you are interested |
| Hi, thank you for your detailed email and photo . I m interested in you . Now let me start talking about myself . I m from Russia, Cheboksary. What do you know about my country? I m 35 years old . I m looking for a serious relationship. But it always starts with communication . I m a single girl with no children.I am a cheerful and optimistic girl. I like to listen to music and read books, this is one of my Hobbies. In my free time, I walk in nature, do sports. I love animals.
Now I want to tell you about my profession. I work as a cardiologist. I really love this activity, and that s why I chose this profession. I have dreamed of being a doctor since childhood, and when I grew up, I immediately entered this profession. I love my job. I am a very optimistic person. I think I should tell you about my family. At the moment, I have a mother, a loving father.My parents live in an urban village, not far from my city. It s not far, so I often visit them. I am a very kind and gentle girl. I don t like lies. I never play with human feelings, it s very mean. My friends say that I am a romantic and very sensual girl. They may be right. Do you believe that you need to communicate with many women and only then choose? Or do you think it s better to talk to 1-2 people at the same time, but give them full attention? |
| Konstantin hi, I m glad you answered . I m sorry it took me so long to answer . I was in the village with my parents . There is no Internet connection . How was your weekend ? As I said, my hobby is reading. I love reading books. I prefer to read Russian and world classical literature, works of modern authors.I also have sports Hobbies, and I really like to ride a bike. I also regularly visit the fitness room. I take care of my figure. Please tell me more about your hobby. What do you like to do in your free time? What kind of sports do you do? I ll be interested in that.
Who and what am I looking for? I need a man to whom I can tell everything, who will support me in a difficult situation and take care of me. I m willing to do all this for him, too. You know, I ve always wanted to have a relationship based on love, trust, and understanding. I m sure you know what I mean, because everybody wants that. Sincere relationships are probably the most important part of everyone s life. Everyone wants to be happy, and I m no exception to the rule. I just want to find my happiness. |
| Konstantin hi . I would like to tell you about my childhood and youth. Are you interested?
I ll start with my childhood. You know, when I was little, I spent every summer in my grandmother s village. She lived in an urban-type village where my family now lives. It s not far from my city. I went to primary school when I was 7 years old. I graduated from the school well. My success in school helped me get into University. Konstantin, what can you say about yourself? Are you an optimist? How was your childhood? What kind of education did you get? I hope I didn t ask too many questions. You know, I can say that I ve accomplished almost all of my goals. I got a good education, I have friends, I have my mother, who I love very much. I didn t build a good career, but I never wanted to. I m not a businesswoman. It seems to me that my vocation is family and home. But creating my own family is the only goal I didn t achieve. I guess I just haven t found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with yet. My heart is open for love, for sincere feelings, for meeting new good people. I think you understand me. |
| Hi, thank you for your response . Today I want to tell you about the lifestyle that I lead. Would you like to know about it?
I don t smoke, I think it s a very bad habit. I try not to drink alcohol, but sometimes I can afford a glass of champagne or red wine, but no more. My daily diet consists of healthy food, but sometimes I eat food that is not included in my diet. Konstantin, I want to look good, so I watch my appearance, my diet. I also go to the gym. I want my muscles to be toned. It is very important for me that my man can be proud of me. You know, I don t judge people who choose a different lifestyle. I think that everyone is free to choose their own path in life. I chose a healthy path. Mmne will be very pleased if you tell me about your life too. I hope this isn t too much trouble. Konstantin, I told you that I try to keep track of my appearance, but for me, external beauty is not the most important thing. I think that a person s inner world is much more important than their appearance. External beauty disappears with the years, but the soul always remains unchanged. People can be beautiful on the outside, but completely empty on the inside. Do you agree with me? Real beauty is in the human soul. You re very kind to me, and I appreciate it. I love reading your messages. I am sure that our dialogue is just the beginning. I have a very good feeling about this. I hope that my messages are also interesting for you. |
| Hi , thanks for your answer .You know, our dialogue now is virtual communication. I understand how fragile this method of communication is. When I see your new message, and I understand that you are still interested in our communication. Konstantin, this is very important to me. With each new message, we get closer to each other. We become closer not physically, but spiritually. Do you agree with me?
so, my normal working day starts at 08: 00, ends at 18: 00. I Wake up in the morning, two hours before the start of my work day. I take a shower, make breakfast, do makeup, and then go to work. I use public transport to get to my work. I work six days a week. When I get home after work, I cook dinner, then read a book or watch TV to get some rest. You can see that my day is nothing special. And on my weekends I often visit my parents, on Sundays, sometimes I just stay at home and watch TV shows, do cleaning or cook in the kitchen. I want to add that I meet my friends sometimes. But most of my friends already have a family, so they don t have enough free time. Tell us about your working days and weekends. We ve known each other long enough, and I d like to talk to you about past relationships. I had a serious and long relationship, but we broke up. I loved that man, gave him my love, but he deceived me often. So we broke up. I value honesty and truth. Konstantin, now I am looking for a person who will not deceive me and will be honest with me. And in the search, I decided to use Internet dating and meet a man from another country. And I m really glad I met you. I really wanted to create a happy relationship based on emotional connection, mutual understanding, and love. I think these are the most important components of a happy relationship. I would like to have a man by my side who will be sincere with me and whom I can trust. Betrayal of a loved one is very painful. I ve experienced it myself. I don t give up hope of meeting a man that I will love, that I will take care of. I believe that true love still exists. If you have desire and trust me, you too can share past relationship with me. |
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--- Der Kopf der Dame raucht wohl. |
| you are a very interesting person, and i feel more confident with each letter. i can tell you my thoughts. I think this is much easier to do in messages than in real life. i think that our virtual communication has its advantages. We can tell each other frankly about our lives. Do you agree with me?
I want to create a happy relationship, a beautiful couple and immerse myself in a romantic adventure. I m tired of being alone, I m very familiar with being alone. I think that everyone, deep down, is afraid of being alone. But I always kept fighting, now I m fighting for my happiness. I want to be happy, I think I deserve a little bit of happiness. |
| Good morning my dear Katya, it was late morning, and I was putting up a fresh pot of coffee when I heard the first meow. It sounded awfully close, as if from inside the apartment instead of the backyard one story down. Then I heard it again, and there was no doubt.
WTF?!! I texted my roommate. You got a cat?! I’d made it clear when she moved in: no pets. “But I want a kitty so bad,� she said a couple weeks later. I suffer from allergies � through spring and summer I have a persistent itch in my nostrils, and the lightest bit of pollen or dander or even a freshly mowed lawn sets off sneezing spells that leave my entire body sore. I was also concerned about the smell. And besides, the landlord forbade pets. It’s a friend’s, Jenny texted back. I’m only taking care of it for a few months. Don’t give me that bullshit, I keyed my reply, then backspaced over it, reconsidering. I have a tendency to overreact, to exacerbate conflict. Instead I went for calm and firm, and maybe slightly paternal. We need to talk. Later that afternoon, in the kitchen between our bedrooms, we talked, leaning on opposite counters. Jenny (not her real name) kept her eyes downcast, and when I told her she was being inconsiderate and disrespectful and this was not the way grown-ups behaved, she said, “I know. I’m sorry.� I’d expected an argument, but her posture was one of submission, as if I was her dad, or a schoolteacher. But I wasn’t her dad, and she was an adult woman, even if I was twice her age. I was left somewhat unsettled. In the end, I told her she could keep the cat, but she better take care of it properly. “Thanks for not being hard on me,� she said, before disappearing back into her room. “I thought you were going to kick me out or something.� That conversation was the longest we’d ever had. We were unlikely roommates, a Craigslist arrangement: I, a near-middle-aged man, several years divorced, with adolescent children of my own. She, a twenty-year-old recent college grad. We were living in Gravesend, an unremarkable neighborhood in a remote part of Brooklyn, where restaurants, bars and coffee shops are scarce, and when the friend I’d been living with moved out, finding a new roommate wasn’t easy. At first, I had a parade of eccentrics, men who seemed to have something to hide, smelling of whiskey, with slurred speech, crooked teeth, telling me about jobs as investment bankers or corporate accountants, claims I found dubious. One man, a flashy young Georgian, took one look at the room and grew alarmingly aggressive as he tried to force his cash deposit into my hand, even after I explained that I wasn’t ready to make a decision just yet. He left just as I was about to call the cops. So when Jenny showed up, I was inclined to like her. She looked like a typical post-college young woman: hair dyed reddish-blond, large earmuff headphones over her ears. She walked with a kind of childish languor, as if it hadn’t fully settled in that she was an adult. Her speech tended to the monosyllabic. I showed her the room. “Sweet,� she said. I showed her the bathroom. “Sweet.� Then she asked what she needed for moving in, and I told her: proof of employment, credit report, rent plus security deposit. “Sweet,� she said. I assumed this meant she had all those things, and at first, it appeared that she did. She told me she worked two jobs, as a clerk in a stationary store in Midtown Manhattan and as an art-school model. Several days later, she brought documents attesting to her claims, and it all seemed to check out. She moved in a couple weeks later, with the help of her dad, whom I found affable in a way that put me further at ease. Some time after she moved in, I met her boyfriend, who seemed about my age. “He’s an artist,� she told me afterward, unsolicited, as if that explained something. I did have some mild concerns. I wondered why she would choose to live here � a part of town where she had no friends or family � and with me, a man twice her age. But I needed a roommate, and for the most part, she matched my criteria: stable enough to pay rent, normal enough not to stab me with a kitchen knife or steal my meager possessions. She wanted to be a writer and filmmaker, she said, and was hoping to get into NYU’s film school for graduate studies. There was something familiar about her, almost bland, like an unremarkable extra who might appear repeatedly in so many movies, which meant she was safe and normal and predictable � exactly what I needed if I was to share my home with a stranger. It was soon after the cat incident that I began to notice she was home more. In fact, she rarely seemed to leave her room. On days I worked from home, I’d hear her throughout the day, in short bursts of action � the turning of the microwave at ten, the fridge opening and closing at eleven, the doorbell with her lunch order at noon. It didn’t bother me; I barely caught glimpses of her. If she’d lost her jobs, it didn’t show so far: She was always on time with rent, and she appeared to have enough money to buy groceries and order in meals. But I wondered, if she wasn’t going to work, how was she supporting herself? One afternoon, a couple weeks after Jenny took in the cat, I heard her voice and then a male voice I did not recognize. It was definitely not her boyfriend, whose voice was high-pitched; this one was deep, almost gruff. I was in my room, working, and I heard someone enter the bathroom, and then the toilet flush, and so I opened my door a crack for a glance. In the hallway, emerging from the bathroom, was a short, squat man, gray-haired with a bald temple. The man disappeared into Jenny’s room across the hall, and I felt a rush in my brain and gave an involuntary gasp. There weren’t too many scenarios for why a young woman would be entertaining a vaguely Soviet-looking gentleman who looked to be about her father’s age. I felt a kind of indescribable rage, almost like a personal affront. How dare she � in my home?! An hour later, I watched her escort the man to the door. She was wearing blue suede pumps and a very short, ivory-colored dress, somewhat crumpled, as if she’d just removed it from under a pile of laundry. She appeared to be going for a sultry, long-legged look, but she looked instead like a little girl wearing her mother’s discarded clothes. I felt instantly sad for her, and part of me wondered if I shouldn’t offer to help her somehow. Another part of me was so angry I wanted to evict her immediately. The rest of the day, I wrestled with my thoughts, my mind feverish with indecision: Should I say something? Should I tell her boyfriend? Should I call her dad? Was it any of my business anyway? I decided to wait, see if it happened again, and just a few days later, it did. This time, it was a tall black man wearing an ill-fitting suit and tie, like thrift-shop formalwear. He, too, emerged from the bathroom and disappeared into her room, and after an hour or so she escorted him to the door, again in the blue pumps and rumpled ivory dress. I took to Google: What to do if my roommate is a prostitute? More than what to do, I was seeking clarity on why it bothered me. Who was I to judge if Jenny chose an unorthodox profession? Why would I care if she used her room to ply her trade? Still, I couldn’t stomach the thought, and the Internet validated my discomfort. On Yahoo Answers and in Google Groups and various other forums people wrote about similar experiences, and the consensus was: Don’t let your roommate turn tricks within your home. It’s dangerous, it’s illegal, and it can bring nothing but trouble. I wondered about the practical aspects of her work: Does she have a Backpage ad? Did she use Craigslist? Could I find her on The Erotic Review? I imagined the conversation we’d have. “This isn’t a brothel!� I wanted to yell at her. “Where do you even find these guys?� Then I reconsidered, thinking I might speak to her in a more caring way. Sit her down for a talk. Maybe get some women’s organization involved. Point her in the right direction. Rescue her. Yours Konstantin |
| hello, my dear konstantin!!!
Wow, you have something going on there . A nightmare . You ve written so much . I ll be right there reading a book :) My dear, i am really very glad when i see your new letter. How are you doing? I will be interested to know about any little things that happen in your life. You know, my Life hasn t been this interesting In the last few years. I m so glad you came into my life. We only met Recently, but you changed my Life! Our e-mail correspondence has made my life very interesting and rich. I understand that this is only a virtual communication, but I am sure that one day we will be able to meet. i have a very good feeling about this. my intuition tells me that our friendship is just the beginning. Konstantin, I hope that my words do not frighten you. My dear, I will be glad to hear your thoughts. what do you think of our dialogue? If you enjoy our dialogue, it means that our correspondence is not a waste of time. We both know that there is a great distance between us, but this does not interfere with our relationship. You re a very close person to me now, and I don t want to lose our friendship. I hope that reading my emails doesn t take up too much time. You know, I visited my mother and sister yesterday, and I told them a little bit about you. I told her about your life, your country. They listened to me very carefully. You know, they are not against our dialogue, they even support me. Konstantin, I only told them about your good qualities, which I saw in your letters. But, I don t know about your bad qualities. By the way, what negative traits of your character can you tell me about? I m just kidding, you don t have to answer that question if you don t want to. I think this is a rather difficult question. My dear, when I talk to you, I see a good, intelligent, honest and caring person. You probably immediately have a question, and what are my negative qualities? I want to tell you honestly that I am very trusting of people and sometimes people have taken advantage of my trust. And I think that s a negative trait, but probably also a positive one. What else? I m sensual and sensitive, which is probably also a bit of a negative trait. Of course, it would be better to ask my friends or my mother and my sister about this. :) I am finishing my letter, and I will look forward to your reply and your photo. Have a good day! Your Ekaterina. |
| Good morning my dear Katya, she carefully slid the straps of her little black dress and curled up her pink lips in a shy smile as she watched her image in the mirror. He would perhaps not even notice the dress and how it stood against her ivory fair complexion when he will undress her in a hurry. But it hardly mattered�her body paid the price for the expensive dress that he had brought from his trip to Paris last month. He was her client and she choose to be his escort. Dabbing her favourite French perfume, she went out to meet him.
Prostitution is illegal in India and there are millions of unfortunate girls who are forced into it. However, there’s a growing section of women who are trading in their body voluntarily. Yes, we are talking about the high-end escorts. Meet 24 year-old Kajal Verma, a student of one of the prestigious universities in Delhi. Even before completing her education, she has found her ‘perfect’ job that offers convenient working hours and great money. “I belong to a middle-class family from north India and cannot afford a lavish lifestyle without working somewhere. I utilise my free time to earn some money,� tells Kajal as she flaunts a new cell phone she had bought recently. We live in a society that judges people by their profession. A doctor or engineer might be considered a highly-respected occupation, while a painter or a dancer might not be appreciated much for their choice of profession. A girl staying at home all day might be considered an ‘ideal’ woman, while the one returning home late might lead to some gossip and speculations in the neighbourhood. Let’s not even get into the discussion about what society would think about a girl who becomes a prostitute by choice! Kajal is one of those high-priced prostitutes who have entered this profession by choice and have no qualms about it. “You sell your brain, we sell our body. What’s the fuss about? I feel, our society is still very judgemental. If a boy and girl go on a blind date and end up having sex�that’s fine. But if the guy pays the girl for sex, it becomes unethical,� opines Kajal. With clientele that includes business men, engineers, lawyers, doctors, architects and others from educated backgrounds, Kajal feels no other profession would have provided her such exposure. She recently went for an all-paid trip to Australia with one of her clients who attended his college reunion there and introduced her as his girlfriend. She feels her job is much more than just having sex. “I should be able to hold a good conversation on almost any topic. A well-read woman is actually a turn on for many men. I need to be fluent in English and master something as basic as table etiquettes,� says Kajal, adding, “And of course, I spend a good amount of money every month to stay in shape and take care of my skin. Clothes and make-up are generally gifted by my clients.� Being a prostitute by choice! Similar is the story of Nisha Kapoor, a 26-year-old call centre employee. She shifted to Delhi after completing her graduation and always felt her annual package was not enough to buy her everything she desires. One of my friends (who was already into this profession) took her to a high-end party one day, where she met a “handsome� businessman, and that’s how she made a start in this profession. “I used to be broke by the end of every month and did not like asking my parents for money every time. Hence, I started offering my companionship to men for money. It generally takes 20 minutes for the guy to get comfortable and strike a conversation before we start the act. I must say, I have met some really good men in all these years,� shares Nisha. Nisha has been minting “extra cash� for two years now, and we wonder what keeps her going in this trade? “Well, the extra income is enough for me to pay my car loan every month. Plus, I am able to save a good amount and secure my future.� When it comes to family and friends, it is a tricky situation for them to explain what they exactly do. “I cannot imagine disclosing this to my parents. It’s impossible for them to understand. Only my friends who are in the same business know about it. It can be very lonely sometimes as you cannot share everything with your loved ones,� tells Kajal. This so-called profession surely has its own areas of struggle. “The toughest part of my job is to stop myself from getting emotionally attached to someone. I also have to make sure that my client does not develop any feelings for me. Many of them are married and it can get really complicated,� adds Nisha. Being a prostitute by choice! On the other hand, Kajal feels her clients demand too much from her sometimes, which can be very taxing. “Men are crazy about BDSM these days, even though many don’t even know what it exactly stands for. Also I have to make sure that we always use protection, which many refuse initially.� According to government statistics, there are over two million sex workers in the country. However, only a fraction of them, like Nisha and Kajal, are into prostitution by choice. It paints a really sad picture for the rest. Will legalisation of prostitution help? Dr. Vargeshwari Deswal, a women’s right activist and a senior faculty member in Delhi University opines, “Legalising it would surely help. Let’s get this straight�when it cannot be eliminated, it’s definitely better to get it regulated. It would help millions of girls to get their basic rights and medical facilities. And if they get cheated, they can approach the court and fight. It would help the girls from middle class families too who have been doing it voluntarily.� But Nisha has a completely different take on legalisation. She fears a hike in competition would make her job tough, and safety is another point of contention. “It might help others but not girls like me. Legalising it won’t give us any new-found respect. We are part of an intolerant society that kills people for their eating habits. When prostitution would be out in open, I won’t be shocked to read news about escorts being burnt alive on streets. Government would just scoop out a hefty tax from us and offer nothing, not even protection, in return. It all looks good only on papers! But yes, my heart goes out to all those women who are living in dingy brothels, suffering from sexually transmitted diseases and being forced into it. Nothing can be more horrible.� Konstantin |
| hi dear < can you pay me for the internet ? i have to write off the money the day after tomorrow . |
| Good morning Katya, my sweetheart, of course I can pay you the internet. I want you to write more mails and send me more pictures. I missed them already. The blonde lady is very beautiful. Keep on sending. Attached you will find the money to pay the costs. I hope you will be satisfied with it. Have a nice day, my darling. Yours Konstantin |
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