“I love (and hate) dating Russian men“, states Diana, and then goes on to explain why.
“The macho guys from my home country leave me torn between my feminist beliefs and my sexual desires.” Her story begins with the description of a fight for “her honour” by a Russian boyfriend, because in the midst of a drunken party, another guy tried to touch her.
If you wanna hang out sometimes, holler at me…” – unless you are in a fraternity, you should never come across as someone who has nothing else to him but getting drunk and leading a lifestyle devoid of any real goals or ambition.
There is something about the nighttime that I find magic, if you will, which keeps me up working or hanging out aimlessly. I have little patience for flakes and fake people – those who smile while being angry on the inside, as I never know what they keep up their sleeve. About You: You are curious about the world around you. (We are never happy with what we are getting, are we?) Diana Bruk is a young American woman who was born in Russia and moved to the Big Apple at the age of 5 with her family.“If he hits you, that means he loves you,” quotes Diana her mother’s saying, the old-fashioned Slavic belief, which is the reason why domestic violence in Russia is still widely underreported — as well as most other forms of physical assault, making it a “norm” rather than a crime.Calling her relationship with Russian men “convoluted”, the daring New-Yorker goes on describing the peculiarities of the local dating etiquette.