Who wants to buy me? The price: one drink

It is said that Lithuanian girls are one of the most beautiful girls in the world. Or the most beautiful. It's true, we are beautiful.

But do we have brains?

I can divide my natives into two species: ones who sell their beauty and those who buy love even without noticing that.

So, Part I: the sellers

The tourism in Lithuania has been rising considerably during the past years.

British, Scandinavian, German, etc. men are pouring into our country.

Ones are looking for wifes (again, Lithuanian and Russian girls are considered to be the most caring, tender and devoted wives to their husbands. Again, it is true!).

Other foreign men come here to womanize.

Most probably, not because we are hot. The reason is, we are easily affable. You must only have money. Or pretend to have it.

What is more, you must be middle-aged, because younger men, as a rule, don't have wealth yet.

As we haven't introduced Euro yet, the intercourse of our national currency and Euro is considerable in favour for Euro. So it is not difficult for a man with low income in his country to become a man with considerable income here.

The more so, as you can have a night stand for one drink.

Yes, just for one drink!

I go clubing almost every weekend, if no private party is held. Sometimes I also attend cofee-houses and bars in working days. But I allways go there with or to meet friends.

That doesn't mean, I don't look around. Oh, yes I do...

I allways see at least one or a group of girls... as we call it, hunting...

If some elderly British (for example) gentelmen come (they allways do!), they certainly will soon be perceived sitting with those girls. And they will be perceived going out with these girls...

The price of one night -- one drink. You even don't need to sweettalk and wash brains a lot. You just have to be in your thirties, fourties or fifties and pretend to be rich.

Why do we do this? We are looking for the better life. The guarantee of this better life for as is the man from well developed European country or America, with a house and thick wallet. Neither the looks, nor personality doesn't matter.

And we are so naive to believe that the elderly gentelman we've met one night and had sex with will fall in love with us and won't dissapear in the morning.

The more naive, we believe he hasn't got a wife and children in his house...

It will be continued...

The Show must go on

Sometimes it's difficult to stop and open your eyes widely.



You know that what you will see are the ruins of your world. The reality kills every precious thing. You can't fight it. Neither can I.



And I start thinking: what if Kubrick was right and the real life hides behind our eyes wide shut?



Most probably, it would has been the better choice to keep my eyes wide shut that night. And proceede living the life that leads to nothing except euphoria. Unfortunately I was so silly to glance at his eyes. Just for one second! It destroyed almost ten years. No tears, no grief, no memories or thoughts were left. Everything was carried off by one glance.


It's a pitty it hasn't done this earlier to me... Because either you keep your eyes shut untill you die, or you never shut them down wide.