Monday, July 28, 2008:
The Czars of all the Russias followed by the Soviets developed the Arts and Sciences to their highest levels. From the Kirov Ballet to classically-trained musicians to an army that could defeat Napolean and Hitler, the Russians excelled at anything they chose.
The Soviets and their allied states presented to the world some of the most beautiful women in history as evidence of the grandeur and superiority of the Communist system.
Drawing from Central and Eastern European women, the Communists developed a core of perfect women that astonished onlookers with their beauty, poise, sophistication, and elegance. The world was in awe of the Communist women on display. They modeled around the world in various fashion shows.
And her name is Desislava.
She is Bulgarian!
Not surprisingly, she has a good photo she uses to entice prospective internet dates. Yet the photo is nothing compared to her beauty and sexuality in person.
A visitor sits on her couch, gazing at her, wondering what in the hell he is doing in the presence of this world-class beauty. Her two previous long-term relationships in America have been with men of immense wealth. Yet the two chat together non-stop for seven hours.
Her ancient Afghan hound dog is asleep on a different couch, age rendering him almost motionless. Desislava likes that her visitor does not complain when two of her dogs jump on him and lick his face. The visitor likes that the pit bull who tried to take off his hand upon arrival is leashed in the garage.
And the visitor sits there for hours, looking at her and mesmerized by what once was and what is.
Her skirt rides up as she sits on the couch. Her skin is unusually creamy. Her legs are astonishing, long and perfectly-shaped by genetics with muscles formed by expensive exercise equipment. At age 43, her perfectly manicured hands can pass for those of a youngster.
Her eyes, big and blue, have entranced thousands, and have witnessed much. She has been squired all over the world by private jet. Two Bulgarian Secret Service agents were assigned to each model for their protection and to insure the models did not flee.
As a teenager, her income was thirty-three times that of a Bulgarian doctor.
Offered wealth and marriage by the princes of Europe and the sons of captains of industry, she instead married for love. She married her Bulgarian sweetheart.
He was a drunk and a womanizer.
In her early twenties while traveling to foreign capitals, she became tired of reading of his drunken escapades with hookers in Sofia. The newspapers did not identify him by name, but as the husband of famous model Desislava.
She was humiliated!
At the age of 25, she fled to New York City and worked for the Elite Agency. She did get some assignments, but was too old to start afresh as a model in America.
Eighteen years later, she works long hours at a boutique she owns. Her home is modest.
Men who once couldn’t even dream of being allowed in her presence may now take her to dinner.
Seneca did take her out a couple of times.
