First Contact

It was sometime in July of 1998 that I first came across a Russian Women site. I wasn't blind and immediately noticed that these women were extremely attractive and seemingly level headed. I had been on the Internet for some time and had even dated about 14 American Women. Using the old Excite site. Each site that I visited required some kind of payment. I was reluctant to pay for a hare in a poke so I did nothing at first. Then I discovered the American Singles/Radio Love site. Jam packed full of Russian/Ukrainian ladies FREE! Like a kid in a candy store I drooled over the many flavors. I decided to search for a bride from among them. I decided to limit my search to Ukraine because it was geographically smaller than Russia, easier to get around in. My criteria were minimal. What was I looking for? A wife, a companion a helpmate. My initial correspondence was to about 25 women ranging in age from 34 to 51 years. It was an elementary excersize to weed them down to about 4 ladies. A retired teacher 50, A teacher working for the Ukrainian Navy 34, A Lawyer 51, A sales associate 44. I eventually eliminated all of these but one after a two month correspondence. Up until that time I had spent not a dime I then offered to pay for the E-mail expense of the Lady I had selected, Larisa, the 34 year old. She declined as she was able to write for free, her cousin worked for the agency. Some of you may have used this same one it was called byxexpress. Strange name, they went bust while I was writing and Larisa had to use a new address at a reconstructed agency. The cousin continued working fourth new one. Larisa had specified in her profile age 45-55 as an acceptable husband. I was then 58 and asked if this were a problem, she said, "Of course not!" In her third letter she told me that Anna had physical problems, "She don't go to good." Of course I found it to be not a problem. Our correspondence was nearly every day. We eventually got to know everything possible by E-mail. I committed the greatest mistake by falling in love before meeting. Writing by itself reveals only the thoughtful side of people.

Larisa's daughter Anna, was 12, crippled at birth by twisting of the spine during delivery. A far too common experience in the former Soviet Union, a virtual angel. What is not to love in a child? Larisa was beautiful and very sensitive in her writing. By September I was preparing to journey to Sevastopol, Ukraine to meet her. I made arrangements to fly to Odessa, Ukraine and take a train from there to Simferopol. Larisa, who could speak level 2 English would meet me with her cousin, Nadine who spoke level 5 English. Anna would also come. She insisted on taking off a day from school. I had been sending her money after I had decided that she was the only one I would meet. I would urge any one to do the same. Not to is to deny being a man. Life is hard in Ukraine especially for a woman with a child and earning $30 or $40 in a month. It was never an issue for me. If you are looking for love, OK. remember the one thing the woman is looking for with love is responsibility. At about 08:30 in the morning the train pulled in to Simferopol, there was Larisa and Nadine, the sun was shining and she was very beautiful and happy. We walked from there to the waiting Lada with Anna sitting in the back. I had brought her a Barbie and presented it to her. Larisa Anna and I sat in the back. Nadine was in the front ready to interpret. An interpreter wasn't necessary Larisa and I communicated with hugs and squeezes of the hand. We made the trip to Sevastopol quite easily. Larisa and I got out in the Ostryakova Section. I had not been aware that we would be staying together for the next 22 days. Of course I was hopeful toward something like that. ;-0 Nadine and Anna continued on to Larisa's Mothers apartment. Our apartment was on the 7th floor. This was the only day that the elevator worked! Of course since it was Ukraine there was no lights in the halls steps or corridors. The apartment was spacious and modern with water from 6-7 in the morning and 6-7 in the evening. I learned to keep the tub clean and full! Larisa was warm, affectionate and physical from the first.. In the morning we went to her Mothers and had breakfast, Larisa never cooked. Babushka took care of Anna, walked her to school each day. Red flags ignored by love blindness! Mama lived on the 5th floor. All of these stairs, what a chore. We all got along famously at least I thought so. Then-----------

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