Blog Posts by TheRussican

I´ve been doing online dating for two years now. I am a full time single mom with an almost non-existent social life so I decided to hop online and see what was out there since I don´t venture out enough to meet anyone. It has definitely been an interesting experience full of good and bad but mostly just bad. I take pride in being as honest as possible on my profiles so that there are no surprises. I leave nothing to the imagination that way no one can come back to me and say I lied. Men´s profiles are the exact opposite. What do most men online want? Sex. Duh. Silly me.

Since I have started online dating, I´ve gone on several dates and I´ll admit, a few have ended up in my bed. I´m not proud of that necessarily and I´ve been reprimanded by my friends over and over about it. My very beautiful, very happily married friends that have never struggled to find someone. To them, me jumping into bed with men is baffling and they insist that if I didn´t do so, the men would stick

Back in December I got some tattoos. It had been almost 10 years since I did my last tattoos when I was about 19. To me, tattoos are normal. They are a form of art that I greatly appreciate and enjoy when done well. I came to the decision that I was going to dedicate my tattoos to my family and culture because I take so much pride in both. I got two swallows on my chest. One holding a banner with my daughter´s name and the other holding a banner with my last name spelled in Russian. I did this during my vacation week so I was tattooed by the time I got back to work.

I work in a very small bank so I´m pretty close to most of my coworkers. We do and say things that would never happen anywhere else and I think we´re pretty lucky to have that. Of course, when I came back, I showed my coworkers my new artwork and they all seemed to appreciate it. I certainly didn´t show my boss or the president of the bank or anyone like that but I felt comfortable about showing my peers. One of

For the most part, my mom and I clash. We are almost complete opposites which made living in the same home difficult. The one word that describes my relationship with my mom from the age of 11 to the age of 20 is war…full out war.

We moved from Chihuahua, Mexico in 1990. My mother is Mexican and, at the time, my father was a missionary from the U.S. He was a part of Black Buffalo Ministries and he went from living a posh life in Montclair, New Jersey to living in the mountains of Chihuahua helping the indigenous people. He met my mom in youth group, fell madly in love and soon had three kids (I am the middle child). We had a good life in Mexico and we were better off than most people but my dad missed the United States and made the decision to move us to Albuquerque, NM. Needless to say, we all suffered from culture shock. I actually still do to this day and I have been here 21 years! Imagine what my mom has gone through? She left her life in Mexico to settle in an unknown city, in an

I've ran into a strange feeling. The feeling of not believing there is anyone out there for me. I've never thought I'd end up alone until recently when I've just ran into some bad luck. Some say I'm jaded and that this idea of mine holds no truth but I have become convinced that there is no man out there for me. When I step back and look at myself, there is no way that any guy in this world would put up with the kind of life I live.

I'm an independent, single mom of a six year-old. I've been alone for most of my life with a brief two and half year relationship that only seems like a far away dream I had a long time ago. Since then, I have attempted to jump back into the dating scene because everyone has made it sound so easy. I've only ran into one wall after another with men who say one thing and do another. Men who have no interest in who I am or what my real interests are. After each failed attempt, I take a step back and look at myself. I'm not the prettiest girl nor the smartest