No love from Canada

Howdy all,

You may be wondering where all my scandalous stories are. I thought I'd be rocking and rolling with athletes by now, but alas, I am not. My first and greatest cockblock is my 70 year-old roommate. She's a doll from Arizona, but late/drunken nights would not be up her alley. Also, the volunteers here are 70% women. If I was a dude, I'd be in HEAVEN I tell yah!

I sent an email to my dear poet in Calgary. FOUR DAYS AGO...and nothing back. I hate to admit I let him under my skin...but I must have if his rejection stings a little. When I emailed him in Canada, he replied within minutes! This is what I wrote...does it not qualify at least a "glad you made it" or "be safe over there!" :( SADNESS

Zdrasvootye from Russia!
After almost being trampled yesterday I seem to be settling in! Internet is sparse at best, so telling my family I'm alive was extremely delayed.I wanted to thank you for taking me out Friday. Dinner was lovely and Woody's was a blast. The hangover that followed however... Followed me all the way to Moscow ;)I hope all is well! 


I did have a run-in here with a very nice fresh-faced russian named Sergey. He came onto my bus and literally starred at me. For an entire minute before asking where I was from. He asked a few more questions, then said I was beautiful. If only this would happen in Canada more often. My smile beamed from ear to ear, then he asked if I had any pins. The poor boy was just sucking up to get my Canadian pins... :(

Next encounter of the less-fair sex was on my run this morning. I went to Sochi yesterday and spent a whopping 125$ on running shoes! I'd never spend that much back home! Anyways, my goal is to go for a jog every day. On said jog, I ran into (not literally) a guy from Kazakhstan. We chatted for a bit and oogled over the cutest puppy. He then proceeded to give me a souvenir from his country. Of course I hadn't brought any Canadiana with me on my jog, so I had nothing to give him in return. I went on my merry way and about a half hour later I turned around frantically to run back and at least ask his name. I forgot I have a phone now so I could text someone locally....alas he was no where to be found.

Lessons learned?

1. Get their phone numbers? Even if it's harmless cute texts and a silly walk along the beach, it's better than nothing...
2. Wear makeup!! These two encounters only happened when I had myself dolled up. Clearly I need it
3. Lastly, learn more russian! For god's sake, I'm in the country so I should make a better effort to learn the language. It may help me with the men...