so I am reading my favorite blog, about an american girl in Prague. specifically I get an lol out of her descriptions of east european men. This is an authentic American black girl living in east europe, and no she hasn't encountered any of the famous "racism" that is much ballyhooed about in the media because, frankly it isn't true. Rather she has been bombarded with romantic offerings from many Czech guys. 
some interesting insights into east european men
One, they urinate in public alot,
How most of her meetings with Czech guys go:
“You’re Czech....” Yes.
“Are you single?” Yes.
“Good. We’re now engaged.”
http://blackgirlinprague.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-money-mo-problems.html
and this is how I roll in Canada
And have you ever heard about the about the miseries of dating Czech men?
Yeah another quirk of east european men
I guess it is considered rude 
Ok, in east europe, in Czechia they scared the poor expat with... UNISEX saunas!
Now in Europe they are more open about sex but in east europe it is even more open!
The American got scared whenever some of the men in her unisex sauna began to get boners
But admits that she gets a enjoyment herself from watching naked men at the gym. But this was jut too much! (interesting insight into women's thinking
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so some parting observations about east european men:
Czech - Well, what can I say. You've got yourself a prime example. <snip>. But can be very cute. Provided they've been introduced to the terms 'shower' and 'deoderant' and 'regularly'.
Slovak - SO MUCH MORE FUN! Party animals. Big 'lifers' (you know, big drinkers, big eaters, big exercisers, big...just...life). Can lean towards psychotic jealousy (of the 'turning up when you're with your friends and demanding why you took 2 minutes to respond to previous text instead of 30 seconds' type.)
Ukraine - Lovely. Gentle natured (surprisingly) and humorous. Occasionally stunning looking (dark hair, light eyes, mawkish attititude - poetry!). And clearly: into you!
Serb-Croat - HILARIOUS story tellers (displacement activity from war?). Most have shot people (mandatory military service). Try not to think about that while you sniff the flower they've bought you...
I agree 100%
Now tell me, you wish you were east european man trying to pick up chicks in West Europe/America?
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is censored word (t-w-a-t-s) but it is not used in any insulting way. oh and if you want to read more about czech urination habits, http://www.expats.cz/prague/article/books-literature/czech-urine/

some interesting insights into east european men

One, they urinate in public alot,
Spoiler :
Just when I was thinking the use of deodorant was considered a personal hygience vice in Prague, I learned about "public toilets".
You see, it's still pretty common to see Czech men use the streets of Prague, its walls, corners and parks as their personal johns.
On the way back from lunch on Friday with my soon-to-be coworkers, we cut through a park only to observe a man taking care of business by a tree.
Note to self: Do Not, Do Not Lie on the Park Lawns in Prague!
http://blackgirlinprague.blogspot.com/2006/08/public-toilets.html
You see, it's still pretty common to see Czech men use the streets of Prague, its walls, corners and parks as their personal johns.
On the way back from lunch on Friday with my soon-to-be coworkers, we cut through a park only to observe a man taking care of business by a tree.
Note to self: Do Not, Do Not Lie on the Park Lawns in Prague!
http://blackgirlinprague.blogspot.com/2006/08/public-toilets.html
How most of her meetings with Czech guys go:
Spoiler :
“You’re Czech....” Yes.
“Are you single?” Yes.
“Good. We’re now engaged.”
http://blackgirlinprague.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-money-mo-problems.html
and this is how I roll in Canada

And have you ever heard about the about the miseries of dating Czech men?
Spoiler :
Back home, the classic relationship adage goes: “All men are dogs”. Whenever I let myself wallow in romantic angst (which was often as a single gal in New York) it was a saying that I presumed could be applied to men across the globe. “Screw that! White, Black, Asian, Latino—they’re all the same!” Until I came to Prague, and it appeared that Czech men were in a separate category of bad behavior.
I’ve been at the receiving end of unexpected sympathies whenever I’ve mentioned that I’m involved with a Czech.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough about Czech men,” an American neighbor of mine said to me with a little smile that struck me as one of pity the first time I met her and happened to mention Jan.
Could it be possible that most of the apples in this barrel called the Czech Republic were rotten? I wanted to believe this wasn’t the case, in spite of new girlfriends complaining left and right about their Jans, Jiris, Martins and Tomases.
Last Saturday at Dana’s goodbye dinner, I found myself talking to two of his students—a Czech and a Slovak. And I had to ask: “What’s up with Czech men? Why do so many women say dating a Czech man is difficult?”
The two men looked at me puzzled, and one of them offered what I had to agree was a no-brainer response: “Maybe they’re with the wrong type of Czech man.”
How could I argue with that? There are definite hiccups (or ulcers if you like your imagery extreme) when cultures meet romantically, but I had to wonder how many of the complaints I’d heard about Czech men really boiled down to incompatibility and insensitivity, and not just culture clashes.
Take Friday night, for example. I went to Infinity, a meat-market fronting as a lounge-restaurant and where the Lenkas—aka Czech girls—milling around the bar looked ready for business. Of what kind, I could only speculate. The men looked to be no different. Within three minutes of standing at the bar I had a free drink, courtesy of… (drum rolls) a Jan!
Infinity Jan—not to be confused with Czech Jan or Slovak Jan, who by the way has dropped off my realm—spoke minimal English, but was able to ask if I had a boyfriend and to tell me that I was “nice”. (I’m a sucker for compliments even from potential skeaze-balls.) My friend Ruth showed up and instead of getting rescued I got deftly separated from her and found myself at a corner table alone with Jan while Ruth tried to fend off one of his friends.
Jan—good looking guy—and I were chatting tete-a-tete for a bit about his job, music, etc, when suddenly he turned around to look at the bar and then declared: “I want you to meet my girlfriend!”
What the…?! Girlfriend? People, I suspect that one of the Lenkas there sent Girlfriend a quick text as in: “Get your ass here now!” because Girlfriend looked mighty pissed. When Jan realized he’d been busted the only thing he could do was drag me over for introductions, as in “I made a new American friend—she was teaching me English.” Girlfriend, who spoke very good English (How come he wasn't learning from her?), didn’t look very convinced but she was cordial enough when I tried making small talk to ease some of the tension.
I signaled to Ruth for us to head to the restaurant upstairs for our dinner. Jan and some of his friends also looked ready to leave; however, Girlfriend did not follow suit. Upstairs, everyone shook hands goodbye—the men were heading to another bar—except for Jan who came up to deliver an unexpected kiss on my lips and then tried to tongue me.
Culture or just bad behavior?
I’ve been at the receiving end of unexpected sympathies whenever I’ve mentioned that I’m involved with a Czech.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough about Czech men,” an American neighbor of mine said to me with a little smile that struck me as one of pity the first time I met her and happened to mention Jan.
Could it be possible that most of the apples in this barrel called the Czech Republic were rotten? I wanted to believe this wasn’t the case, in spite of new girlfriends complaining left and right about their Jans, Jiris, Martins and Tomases.
Last Saturday at Dana’s goodbye dinner, I found myself talking to two of his students—a Czech and a Slovak. And I had to ask: “What’s up with Czech men? Why do so many women say dating a Czech man is difficult?”
The two men looked at me puzzled, and one of them offered what I had to agree was a no-brainer response: “Maybe they’re with the wrong type of Czech man.”
How could I argue with that? There are definite hiccups (or ulcers if you like your imagery extreme) when cultures meet romantically, but I had to wonder how many of the complaints I’d heard about Czech men really boiled down to incompatibility and insensitivity, and not just culture clashes.
Take Friday night, for example. I went to Infinity, a meat-market fronting as a lounge-restaurant and where the Lenkas—aka Czech girls—milling around the bar looked ready for business. Of what kind, I could only speculate. The men looked to be no different. Within three minutes of standing at the bar I had a free drink, courtesy of… (drum rolls) a Jan!
Infinity Jan—not to be confused with Czech Jan or Slovak Jan, who by the way has dropped off my realm—spoke minimal English, but was able to ask if I had a boyfriend and to tell me that I was “nice”. (I’m a sucker for compliments even from potential skeaze-balls.) My friend Ruth showed up and instead of getting rescued I got deftly separated from her and found myself at a corner table alone with Jan while Ruth tried to fend off one of his friends.
Jan—good looking guy—and I were chatting tete-a-tete for a bit about his job, music, etc, when suddenly he turned around to look at the bar and then declared: “I want you to meet my girlfriend!”
What the…?! Girlfriend? People, I suspect that one of the Lenkas there sent Girlfriend a quick text as in: “Get your ass here now!” because Girlfriend looked mighty pissed. When Jan realized he’d been busted the only thing he could do was drag me over for introductions, as in “I made a new American friend—she was teaching me English.” Girlfriend, who spoke very good English (How come he wasn't learning from her?), didn’t look very convinced but she was cordial enough when I tried making small talk to ease some of the tension.
I signaled to Ruth for us to head to the restaurant upstairs for our dinner. Jan and some of his friends also looked ready to leave; however, Girlfriend did not follow suit. Upstairs, everyone shook hands goodbye—the men were heading to another bar—except for Jan who came up to deliver an unexpected kiss on my lips and then tried to tongue me.
Culture or just bad behavior?
Yeah another quirk of east european men


Ok, in east europe, in Czechia they scared the poor expat with... UNISEX saunas!
Now in Europe they are more open about sex but in east europe it is even more open!
The American got scared whenever some of the men in her unisex sauna began to get boners


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Please read the forum rules: http://forums.civfanatics.com/showthread.php?t=422889
so some parting observations about east european men:
Czech - Well, what can I say. You've got yourself a prime example. <snip>. But can be very cute. Provided they've been introduced to the terms 'shower' and 'deoderant' and 'regularly'.
Slovak - SO MUCH MORE FUN! Party animals. Big 'lifers' (you know, big drinkers, big eaters, big exercisers, big...just...life). Can lean towards psychotic jealousy (of the 'turning up when you're with your friends and demanding why you took 2 minutes to respond to previous text instead of 30 seconds' type.)
Ukraine - Lovely. Gentle natured (surprisingly) and humorous. Occasionally stunning looking (dark hair, light eyes, mawkish attititude - poetry!). And clearly: into you!

Serb-Croat - HILARIOUS story tellers (displacement activity from war?). Most have shot people (mandatory military service). Try not to think about that while you sniff the flower they've bought you...
I agree 100%

Now tell me, you wish you were east european man trying to pick up chicks in West Europe/America?
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