The scale of men who really like me!

I don't know if I should write in English or Finnish... In LV for sure not, as I don't want to be as embarrassing as they would find it (25 and single? Er what's wrong with you? Do you like marines? I have some to introduce to you!")

Those who didn't Google translate the last post, this blog will be about the things that happen in my path looking for the man of my life, which seems to be a rocky path. I am very nice in character but I am also unstandard. I don't know exactly if my breast size and shape alone is what is keeping men from me. But at least this factor I usually hide with bras to some extent. (I have small B cup slightly tubular breasts, and yes, very ugly.) Sometimes I don't even use padded bras but men approach me anyway. But always... No man I would be interested in.

You might wonder why I am so brave as to write about such very intimate things here. That's because I don't care. I am not the only woman struggling with this. I also can't embarrass my friends or family. I live very alone in a big city many hundreds of kilometres away from parents. So I don't feel I could embarrass someone by admitting something here.

About my latest encounters as a single.

1) There is a man running a café in one shopping centre. I've got coffee from there some 3 times now. You could notice right from the start that he ws very flirty to me, and as he seems wonderful with his upbeat and blond self, I was flirty too. He takes pauses while making the coffee to look at me. He even has made the wrong coffee and had to start all over again because I make him so distracted. He belongs to the main nationality of the country but for some reason guessed my background a bit off:
-Kas sooviksite....-jfdjfudfujdf  (I don't get it)
-I don't have very good Estonian, excuse me
-Горячее или холодное?
Well, even when I just pass by but don't go in we flirt like no tomorrow, and he looks at me when I'm up in the escalator even. And our chatting gets more extensive each time. The first time was really awkward as both have such a huge crush, it seems.But now we even talked about how our summer was, how Obama's visit was, and he wanted to know my profession.
Well I found this guy on FB after tough searching with merely his first name. "In a relationship" and has a kid. Wow. I am amazed. Could he tone down that flirting a bit`? Or if he's very unhappy in his marriage, then do something about it...?

2) The other day I went to the disctrict where the presidential palace is, as Obama was visiting. I thought, cool, let's go see what this event looks like. Policemen every 7 meters, police car in every corner, lots of normal people, very weird things, a tram got instructions to go as fast as possible by a police and then no trams for 20 mins. Then some 50 cars passed by and in one of them was Obama. So I have been at 6 metres from Obama! Okay, what I wanted to say. After these cars passed, I went and asked an older man in Estonian "so was Obama in one of those cars?" and he explained me in which one this mighty president had been. Then he realised I had a backback. He asked:
"-You have a backback, are you coming from school? You go to Russian school?"
"-No I've got it because I'm planning to go study languages in some café. I'm a translator."
Then we talked long, he was so positive and outgoing for his age, must have been handsome too, he told me how when he was my age in the Soviet days he had a love from Latvia called Rita, and they sent letters to each other and visited each other. And how the train connection Tallinn-Riga-Vilnius-Minsk was so awesome back then, but on the other hand nowadays at least from Tallinn to his home village there are 11 trains a day. Then he had had to give up on the plan of moving to Latvia for Rita because of his mum's health problem. He also demonstrated his skills of Latvian to me "veikals, saldeejums, zivs, and meat is kala!" I had to say back: "gaļa" :D Before I went my way we hugged tight and long and he wished success into my life. Good as I need that.
Verdict: I would have found a great man for me had he been some 50 years younger.

3) Yesterday in the street saw 2 men in sportswear. Blond, skinny, the type of guy I would almost murder for. This has to be a first, but one of them looked my way. Positively. I turned when I passed by them. In their backs was written "BELARUS".
So of course. A long distance relationship with someone from Belarus would not be the best as you need an expensive visa every time. And I rather take care that I won't risk having to move to Belarus anytime in my life. But undeniably their look is always very appealing to me, and the same goes for Lithuanians.

4) A guy flirting with me while passing the traffic lights. He turned himself to look at me some 50 metres after me. I also did. Also blond handsome. He went to wait for a tram. I was expecting that if he really likes, he will walk to me. Didn't happen. Seems that is too much hoped for when it comes to Estonians. Really they're so shy I don't get it. Luckily just a few weeks and I'll be in Latvia where the temperament is a tiny bit hotter.

5) I was eating sushi on a park bench yesterday. Some black guy sat beside me. I am sure he did it because of me even if he initially faked I wouldn't be the reason. I ate like until then. When I stood up to leave, he said: "Hello sweet nice..." or something. I did my usual trick that I always do if I am not attracted and did "А вы на русском говорите?" works always. I do it ever since my Finland-Swede friends told they get rid of telemarketers by telling them "I only speak Swedish, do you know Swedish?"

So here was the scale of men who really like me: Those taken and with kids, those who are elderly, and those who are not my race. (Sorry, I am mainly attracted to men who have features of my dad when he was young. When I saw pics of my dad in my age (I saw them only in the last 2 years) I immediately got an answer to why I find a certain type of men attractive. What can I do about it? I don't think anything. Yes my dad is from Finland but in my age he looked Baltic as hell. Like Latvian or something. Maybe my genes lead me to move to Latvia? I couldn't find men like that in Finland, or if I did, they wouldn't ever look my way.)