1. My host mom finds my lack of a boyfriend utterly concerning. She keeps saying that it's best to marry young before all the good men are taken. Otherwise, I'll be too old and get stuck with some loser. Okay, she doesn't use that exact vocabulary - I'm reading between the lines. However, it has been suggested, on more than one occasion, that I grab a guy (anyone will do) just for the time being, but then dump him after returning to America. Apparently, it's a shame for a gal like me to come to Moscow and be alone. She says I just have to give him the look... you know... "the look". She then showed me an example of the look.
I cannot recreate the look.
I will be alone forever.
2. Today, I went for a jog. I jogged until I felt like I was going to throw up. This might sound like I am super athletic and motivated, but, alas, I only jogged one small lap at a slower-than-average pace. I've never been into jogging as a form of exercise. I don't understand how people do it. As I slowed my jog into a walk (feeling ill after one small lap at a slower-than-average pace), a tall blonde girl ran past me, resembling a gentle, graceful gazelle, and wearing a serene smile on her face. I quietly mumbled, "I hate you", and then returned home.
3. I don't understand why there are so many metal detectors in Moscow. To enter any event or semi-important building, you must first walk through a metal detector. I would venture to say that half of them don't even work, and, of the half that do work, the police person standing next to the machine looks bored and does nothing as person after person sets off the metal detector. There's always a little table next to the metal detector, where you can set your bag or jacket down before you walk through. Most of the time, no one looks through your bag. I just don't understand what the goal is here. What are we trying to accomplish with the presence of non-working metal detectors? Someone put me in contact with Putin, ASAP.