In the then popular club "Territory", empty of visitors, there were only twenty blonde girls, the same art director and cover star — a gray-haired unpleasant man.
I, along with four other models, were placed next to him, the rest were placed on the edges. I looked at this man with the thought: “It’s so important to be likeable when you work in the business world. And how important it is to have a pleasant appearance if you are in show business.”
I considered myself part of the show, because what was it at that moment, if not window dressing. An elderly plump man among young blondes in swimsuits and stiletto heels.
The girls and I chatted happily in the locker room, when it was all over, we were given a contact where we could contact and receive our magazine as a souvenir. I left happy and a little smarter than when I arrived.
After some time, the same art director came to the massage parlor (where I worked), I recognized her. Not the nicest girl, but at least I received my magazine before the others.
Unfortunately, she liked the way I lathered… oh, sorry, lathered her neck: she sent her boss (part-time husband) to me.
Can you imagine my bewilderment and awkwardness when, under my arms on the massage table, lay that same gray-haired, large man with all his folds who wanted to be massaged.
My fragile little hands tried their best. I almost jumped next to her to apply enough effort. That's why Thai girls sit on top of you, they're just trying not to jump.
Do you think I talk so much about this man because he is the one? Am I hinting to you that I took a man away from the family with my attempts that vaguely resemble a massage?
Oh no. Fortunately, no. This sexually mature (or rather elderly) bear turned out to be just a point on the way to meeting my husband. An important point. So fat and sharp.
He left, to put it mildly, dissatisfied. Silently, without thanks and fireworks.
Confused, I was left wondering why on this day it wasn’t Zhanna, our mastodon specialist with hands born to knead the dough of large men.
So what happened next?
On January 3rd, two thousand and eleven, I went to a nightclub alone because I really wanted to, but my friends refused at the very last moment and generally bothered me. This doesn't usually happen. You are right, for me it was a non-standard situation. I am the life of the party. The outrage knew no bounds. However, that didn't stop me from going to the club. At that time I knew a lot of partygoers, DJs in the end, and hoped to find some friendly company right there.
And yes, it was the first time that I was so independent of my friends, of the situation, confident in myself, to go alone to a night event in a city of three hundred thousand on New Year’s holidays.
The very fact of this already indicated that I had changed a lot. I think this is an important moment in a woman's life if she wants to achieve her goals. My goal was to find a real man, strong, smart, handsome, generous, successful, faithful, self-sufficient.
Until now I have not met such people.
And that night I finally found my… destiny? No, I don't believe in divine decree. I met my goal, what I was striving for and for which I grew above myself.
In another popular establishment in those days under the name “Contact”, consonant with the fashionable social network, I, as expected, met my acquaintances. We drank, danced, and then I saw a very bright man in the crowd.
The wine-colored shirt with the button undone on the chest told me this was a hot man. And his relaxed movements on the dance floor convinced him that he was definitely brave and much more confident in himself than everyone else present here.
This means that either he has lost his head, or he is rich and can afford to play around as he wants.
I took the kind expression on his face as a safe sign, the guy is not hiding anything.
And then I saw with him, you know who? That same art director. Without hesitation, my legs carried me to her.
— Hello. Do you remember me?
— Yes. — after a pause, my rather drunk “friend” answered.
— Happy New Year! Glad to see you there!
— Me too! Happy New Year! — the drunken girl was sincerely delighted at my presence — This is my brother Vladislav.
— Nice to meet you.
I went to see my friends, but a minute later Agnes caught up.
— Stop, come to the next photo shoot, there will be a cooler magazine and a small fee. In general, let's go to my table, I'll treat you.
Girls, of course I agreed. There was no doubt about it. My thoughts were purely predatory. It was impossible to miss the moment and not pick up this guy.
— You know, just don’t fall for Vladislav. “He’s a womanizer,” Agnes whispered.
Shock. Pause. Rounded eyes. And again the imperturbable look.
— Don't worry, I'm a grown girl.
Do you know what it was? Manipulation. As I found out later, they are not related at all, and Agnes was looking for a good girl for him. Did I sense a catch then? Undoubtedly. Women feel this way. It is men who do not know how to distinguish women’s cunning, unless they are taught by experience. And women know the full power of the deceit of their fellow tribesmen.
But I didn’t care, it became even more interesting. And I went to dance a slow dance with him. Everything is very easy and without hints of sex. I tried to move at ease, didn’t lead in any way, I’m a girl, I let him completely control the dance, and I won.
As I found out later, it was my obedience that won him over. This is a woman’s trick, to give a man what he wants, power.
I didn’t lose my power and self-sufficiency at all, I just hid it away for a while until he fell in love.
That's why we needed a meeting with Agnes on the set, then a second one in the salon. By gaining the necessary connections and acquaintances, you find what you want.
Would I then be able to conquer Vladislav without chatting with his girlfriend that evening? Unlikely. At the club there was my good friend Nina, a petite blonde half-dancer, whom, as my husband later told me, he was going to pick up.
You see how important initiative and the ability to present oneself are in such matters.
That night I was still scared, how would such an uninhibited thirty-year-old man with a ponytail like a simple, poor student? For the first time in a long time, I climbed deep inside myself and asked: “What will happen if he doesn’t call? Or will he leave you after some time?”
“Then I’ll just forget about him now and let him decide for himself.”
We returned home with a friend, her husband and her husband’s friend. Our yards were two hundred meters from each other. Coming out of the taxi, without recognizing myself, I kissed a guy to whom I had not even given any hints. He was taken aback, but did not resist. The friend and her husband stood in no less shock. And I just cheerfully waved my hand at them and ran home.
Why was this necessary? To stop panicking. The desire to maintain independence.
The next day Vladislav called and invited me to dinner. We talked for hours, he found out in detail my worldview, goals, thoughts. This is how men who want a serious relationship behave, and not just sex for one night.
Now I’ll tell you another funny situation.
On the morning of the fourth, I trudged to work in a terrible state without makeup and with a headache.