The extroverted girl didn't fail my assumptions, it seems. She didn't contact me on Saturday. She did on Sunday. I saw a phone number not present in my contact book. I picked it up and it was her calling from some guy's mobile. It was 12:45 PM. She told me she couldn't do anything with that presentation. I asked her if her friend didn't pass her the instructions I left. She answered evasively and asked me if I could help her again. Her "colleague" will take her back to the student hostel and they can pick me up. Well, the hour wasn't really great for me, 5 PM, but I agreed.
So she phones me again a minute before 5 PM and asks me if it's OK for them to pick me up in 30 minutes. I'm getting into the car and I'm seeing her dressed like she was on some kind of date (I don't decry relationships with age difference, I've got preference for older women than me myself so... but something was not right in this situation).
She doesn't remember where she met the guy. I asked about it, if it was a club or a pub but in a kind of manipulative way so she didn't really get why I was asking and I resigned when she was clearly unwilling to tell. She might not understand some things about some men or she might understand them very well, a lot of young Polish girls meet with older men for known reasons. But that seems not to concern me.
What I really wanted to know what she was doing on Saturday, where she was on Friday when I was still in her room, and if she didn't understand a word from what I told her why on Earth she didn't say a word in the first place and if she even hasn't given me a sign of life on Friday, she could have on Saturday, there would be more time to do it all. No f*cking answer you would call explaining everything. I bet she had good fun on Saturday and Sunday, and she suddenly thought of me again on the last day before the day she needed this presentation on.
Anyway, this time her roommate went downstairs to the gym (I wish I had a gym in my basement, nice student hostel) so I was alone with her. I discussed with her some more serious stuff about life. She stated that one can buy everything in Ukraine. I said she's right except for one thing, there's no place on Earth you can buy love, and I said I mean true love. She replied one can buy even love in Ukraine... Again, I told her that's impossible, I said maybe you can buy sex, someone's company etc. but whatever sum you pay, you can't make anyone love you. And it all started from a short talk about "Pole card" or whatever you'd call it. It seems it's a document some Ukrainian office gives you when you show evidence you have some Polish roots, then you can get all the privileges Poles have, i.e. for a Ukrainian girl it means whole Europe is available to her no visas needed. I asked her if she has some Polish roots because it's not the first time I heard these girls talking about it. She replied "no" and said it's done illegal way, if she paid some sum of money, she could get it (for an average Ukrainian family it's a very big amount of money).
So she phones me again a minute before 5 PM and asks me if it's OK for them to pick me up in 30 minutes. I'm getting into the car and I'm seeing her dressed like she was on some kind of date (I don't decry relationships with age difference, I've got preference for older women than me myself so... but something was not right in this situation).
She doesn't remember where she met the guy. I asked about it, if it was a club or a pub but in a kind of manipulative way so she didn't really get why I was asking and I resigned when she was clearly unwilling to tell. She might not understand some things about some men or she might understand them very well, a lot of young Polish girls meet with older men for known reasons. But that seems not to concern me.
What I really wanted to know what she was doing on Saturday, where she was on Friday when I was still in her room, and if she didn't understand a word from what I told her why on Earth she didn't say a word in the first place and if she even hasn't given me a sign of life on Friday, she could have on Saturday, there would be more time to do it all. No f*cking answer you would call explaining everything. I bet she had good fun on Saturday and Sunday, and she suddenly thought of me again on the last day before the day she needed this presentation on.
Anyway, this time her roommate went downstairs to the gym (I wish I had a gym in my basement, nice student hostel) so I was alone with her. I discussed with her some more serious stuff about life. She stated that one can buy everything in Ukraine. I said she's right except for one thing, there's no place on Earth you can buy love, and I said I mean true love. She replied one can buy even love in Ukraine... Again, I told her that's impossible, I said maybe you can buy sex, someone's company etc. but whatever sum you pay, you can't make anyone love you. And it all started from a short talk about "Pole card" or whatever you'd call it. It seems it's a document some Ukrainian office gives you when you show evidence you have some Polish roots, then you can get all the privileges Poles have, i.e. for a Ukrainian girl it means whole Europe is available to her no visas needed. I asked her if she has some Polish roots because it's not the first time I heard these girls talking about it. She replied "no" and said it's done illegal way, if she paid some sum of money, she could get it (for an average Ukrainian family it's a very big amount of money).