In between a new boss and a new girl, it’s been a time-intensive last few months. I’ll see if I can summarize quickly.
Since my last report I’ve been to Ukraine 3 more times. It certainly doesn’t suck to be me. After the second trip, however, the office I work for had a change in management, from an old hand that would let things slide in the interest of things running smoothly and efficiently, to a greenhorn that wanted to follow all policy to the letter. This had created…problems…that I’ve been having to deal with.
Those two trips involved a young lady I met on the first trip, who was playing on my generosity. I was still up in the air and waiting until my return to decide if I really liked her or not, when she revealed to me that she was seeing another guy before me and liked him better (a week before I was to back in her country). I felt bad that morning, but then I had lunch and everything was better. Her handler at the agency, however, was not satisfied, and insisted that she return the money I had given her for various expenses (English lessons, etc). That was nice. I spent the second trip enjoying myself in Odessa, making the most of enjoying two weeks out of the loop and dating a girl or two that would never turn into anything.
At the insistence of my network of interested parties, I created accounts on a few reputable dating websites, and checked the inbox daily. With as much experience as I’ve had it was easy for me to dismiss the girls looking for entertainment. This included my fiancee.
Married and divorced very young (she’s still under 20), a friend came over and created an account for her to “get a new boyfriend in less than 10 minutes”. This friend is the kind of girl who gets glamor shots and chats to guys online for the monetary/entertainment value. Looking back, after a short conversation the friend sent me three questions in separate messages that I did not respond to; I could tell from the messages that this was not the kind of girl I wanted.
About a month later, my fiancee logged in to “see what’s out there”, and noticed that there were mostly “old people” (read: men over 30, hah!) but one guy had an animal in their photo, and “a person who likes animals can’t be all bad.” In a refreshing change of pace, she asked ME for MY contact information (Skype, etc) and was soon dominating my time off and even my time at work.
After a month of communication, it was apparent that we were enjoying the time we spent together and needed to move to a more serious relationship, so I made plans to visit her. We met in Kiev on our 3-month anniversary, then traveled by train together a few hours to her city (largish, over 250,000 people) and spent a week together, visiting her family practically every day, getting to know her parents/grandparents, taking lots of photos and spending every second we could together. It was obvious to me that we were operating as a family unit already, so I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all asking for her hand in marriage after being there for only a few days. It also let us work out the gravity of the situation of what we needed to do for her to get over here.
Fortunately, her mother is a lawyer there, and 80% of the documents we needed were already acquired or procured before I made it back to the USA. The final documents were acquired (yesterday) and sent to me via e-mail, whereupon I did a mass-printing and mailed the documents via next-day-air to the lawyer. From here, we will wait for the completed forms to receive our signatures. An ETA of my “mail order” bride will be from June to December, depending on the speed the government operates at.
Sometimes I like to reflect what makes this girl different from the types of women I would meet locally. Here are some things she’s said or done that I would be shocked to hear from a domestic girl.
*After retrieving tea* “I know you can get your own tea, but I need you to realize how much pleasure it brings me to do a simple thing like this for you.”
“You’re going to help me with the dishes? Let me get my camera so I can boast to my friends later.”
“I may not be the smartest, or the most beautiful, but I can promise you that nobody will ever love you as much as I do.”
*After suggesting we can grow fat and happy together* “You are allowed to get fat, I cannot, because I am your girl and I want to always be beautiful for you.”
“My deepest wish is for you to be happy, and for this I need your help. You must always tell me what you want. There is no thing which I cannot do for you. So you can ask everything. Really.”
“If you ended our relationship, I would not survive.” Where-after my response is shortly followed by, “I am NOT acting like a TEENAGER.”
Questions? Ask away!
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