http://russianwomen.wordpress.com/2007/02/10/disco-inferno-photos-20/#comment-7317

Please keep in mind that “dress code” is nothing without “face control”, but regular features don’t necessarily mean fine nature. Especially if you feel starved for female beauty. ;)

#2 is a stage dancer on an advertisement dance. For a stage costume, this is almost modest! For real life, even street walkers don’t stoop to this length of shorts. Natalia’s Rule: the more ham exposure, the less lady inside.

Frivolously young Russian girls have been struggling with their mothers to shake the world with mid-thigh skirts. Maturity brings the hem to somewhere around the knee.

#3: open tops are normal for summer or dance. Particularly when she is going out with her guy. (Oops, bad luck!) Otherwise I’d wince at a bare back in the winter. And if you offered me to choose between combining leopard with pink or being labeled a snob, I just hope that the “Snob” t-shirt is small enough.

Pinks, zooprints and roses are touchstones of taste. Too “ambitious” to tolerate other patterns, each can be royal or vulgar, depending on the manufacturer’s mastery.

#1 is dressed Chaste as for disco. Chaster could be but a long-sleeved “T” or a shirt. Half girls over here don’t dress to knock down. They aint sex bombs, they are snipers. Mainly in the good sense.

Snug Ts, smart shirts, turtlenecks, pullovers, jackets with jeans / trunks are “cultural norm” daily uniform. Skirts depend on the fashion trends (derived from Vogue, or normal women’s reading, or Turkish & Chinese imports – choose one). Dresses, loose wear and lavish skirts promise an interesting personality.

And to add to the approach-denial discussion with a Russian joke…

- Oh, watch that hottie! Have you laid her?
- No.
- Me neither.
(Both) WHAT A WHORE!

I happen to see, and especially read & hear girls (and as much men, if not more) who have abandoned the idea of letting love into their lives, and blaming the world for no more love existing, other than in songs and films, “the propaganda of unrealistic dreams”.

They even feel comfortable in their light-hearted intimophobia, but it’s a homeostasis of a person drinking coffee not to fall asleep with the soporific they are taking simultaneously. This is exactly what “sex without love” is. Not to Let Yourself and Make the Other Feel As “Too” Good as Something Real.

Less satisfaction – more partners – still less satisfaction.

Esoterically, there is no bond like sex. Any sex. (Any contact, any gender). A common egregor is born. The term needs long explanation, so let’s put it as simplistic as “common fate”. Energies are exchanged, just like salivae and microflorae. You inherit something from the other – how good is it? You leave part of yourself in the other.

You get nostalgia for him/her, whatever trifler, and get someone’s trace jealousy claiming you. You are no more objective to some far person, with specific preference and specific grudge against. Yet you refrain from getting familiar, for the Indecency of Exploring and the Illusion of Closeness.

You have to live with your roots “there”, his/her roots inside you. Or weed them out – and these parts of you – your feelings, thoughts, aura, soul, spirit – tear and perish. Brrrrrr.

Poor unthinking women. Poor unthinking men.

Happily, enough people remain and reappear preserving not just their “vulnerability against love”, but hearts and bodies for “Something Real”. The most quoted verse of Omar Khayyam over here is about “better starve than eat scramble” (almost yoga ;))