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This is a very detailed trip report with a great happy ending by one of my clients. You should know that generally I prefer women from Russia and advise my clients against looking for a life partner in Ukraine. Not because it is impossible to find a good woman in Ukraine, but simply because IMO it is a lot harder than finding one in Russia and may take years. There are several reasons for that and I'd be happy to explain if you email me. This client has Ukrainian routs so inspite my warnings he insisted on looking for a wife in Ukraine, so that's what we did. Luckily I decided to still connect him with a woman from Russia (just in case) which turned out to be the life saver! She is the one he is engaged with now. Make sure you read the whole 3 parts, it will open up your eyes on things and in part 3 he does find his love. Part one
Very beautiful girl with a baby boy and a great sense of humour. Her letters had me laughing out loud. We wrote each other many times a week right up to our meeting. I wanted to jump a jet and get over there right away to visit Alesya but listened to Ed's advice and waited until I had lined up a few more girls to meet. Finally after three months of writing letters we set a date for the trip Since the Siberian girl canceled I met with Tanya first.
A very nice girl who spoke very good English. We met and did a little sight seeing before going out for supper. After supper we tried the karaoke bar where I found out that Ed is a very good singer. We were having a blast and when Tanya did her Arabic dance for me I was hypnotised WOW!!! We ended the night with tort and agreed to see each other again. This never happened although we stayed in touch for the next week. I was too busy dating a different girl every night. This is possible in Ukraine. Ed would write to a girl for me using local Russian dating sights and ask if she would like to go out that night and their reply would be "Sure, Why not, Of course". I had never seen anything like this before.
The 23 year old had her head bopping to the music all night. She said she was looking for a crazy dangerous man. Well that's not me My Tatar date was very nice and had some idea of settling down and starting a family but this wasn't meant to be. Another memorable date was with a very beautiful Armenian girl.
WOW again We met in a cafe and had a light supper. She didn't take me seriously until the end of the evening when we parted ways. Ed and I were having drinks later at a cafe when the phone rang. It was the Armenian girl She completely turned around and wanted to see me again but I had told her that I was leaving the next day. Since then she has written me many e-mails and sent a lot of very nice pictures. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 2 Ed and I land in Simferopol and find a driver to take us to Sevastopol. What a ride! Speeds up to 100 mph, tires losing traction and squealing around the curves, passing cars with oncoming traffic missing each other by inches. We arrive at the apartment that Ed arranged and it is very nice.
We phone Alesya and supper is being prepared. Alesya's dad picks us up and he reminds me of Fred from Coronation Street(I think only the English will know what I'm talking about here:)). Nice guy. He is Russian, originally from Kazakstan and Alesya's mother is Russian. We arrive at their apartment and wow, Alesya is smokin hot, more so than in her pictures.
I brought over some cognac and chocolates and this was a big hit. I don't know cognac but luckily Ed does. The next day we had a family outing at the beach. First we went shopping for food and of course beer. Alesya was loading up the cart with everything she could since I was paying. I was trying not to laugh when Ed was getting comfortable amongst the huge rocks that were stacked to make private little dwellings on the beach. We were the Flintstones.
I noticed Alesya's mother was doing everything and Alesya was just sitting doing nothing. She was cold towards me as well. I had the duty of cooking the chicken. Ed comes over and tells me what Alesya was saying to her mother. Complaints and blaming her mother for everything. Turns out she is a total bitch towards her mother. If Ed wasn't there I wouldn't have been able to pick up on this. I was completely turned off again that day. We went back to the apartment early because I faked some of Ed's stomach problems and called it a night. _______________________________________________________________________________________________ Part 3 Back to Kiev
I was so happy to leave Sevastopol! Ed and I arrive at Simferopol airport and get in line to check our luggage. One of my suitcases are too heavy and the girl asks me to take some stuff out but there is a lineup behind me so I ask if I can just pay a penalty. The girl said "Put 50 Grivna sin your passport and hand it to me" so I did and off we go. We arrive at our apartment and all I want to do is rest and wash clothes. I really don't like those little washing machines. I put a pair of jeans and a shirt in to wash and it didn't finish so I thought I'll take the clothes out in the morning and after they dry I'll iron everything. The next morning the clothes were still washing. Today is the day I meet Ira! I am flipping nervous! Ira told me if I want to be with her I will have to quit smoking so that is what I did, that morning. Ed and I arrive to pick up Ira and she looks exactly like the pictures she sent. Gorgeous! She wears hardly any makeup and doesn't need any. We hug and I hand her 13 roses. Off we go to her apartment. Everything is going well and I am less nervous. We leave Ira to have a shower and unpack. Our apartment is minutes away. When we come back Ira is ready to go. We have lunch and are off to check out the sights. When we are crossing the street Ira takes my hand. Maybe an hour later we are holding hands most of the time. I had such a calm come over me with Ira. She has a look about her that tells you she could never be angry. I am thinking that this is too good to be true after everything I have been through. Ira has not spoke English in 10 years but she is doing very well. Between what Ukrainian I remember, her Russian and English we can have a decent conversation. Ed is taking a lot of pictures as he does throughout the whole trip. I deleted all pictures of other girls as I need no memory of them. The pictures of Ira and I are amazing and look like they could be professional display pictures at a photo shop. We went for a ride on a tourist boat down the Dniper. Ira presses her back to my chest and we are holding each other. Yes our first kiss was on the Dniper:) I can never forget that feeling. The sun is in our eyes so Ira takes a newspaper and shields both our heads from the sun. That evening Ira and I spend alone in her apartment. She made tea and a snack for me and presented me with a little present to symbolize our meeting. I'm sure I could have stayed the night but it was our first night together and as a gentleman should I thanked her for the wonderful evening and with a kiss left for my apartment. The next day Ira phones me at 7:30 am. What a difference from the other sleepy girls. We are sight seeing and we can't keep our hands off each other. Ira remembers everything I wrote in my letters. Ira and I decide that I should stay at her apartment. This is where I really felt like a king. She again makes tea and a snack for us and runs a bath for me. I have never been treated so well by a woman. The rest is up to your imagination. Ira is so caring. From shielding my eyes from the sun, picking a little lint from my shirt to running her fingers through my hair and blowing on my head to cool me off in the hot taxi's. Wow! I feel like the luckiest man on the planet. I completely forget how crappy the days before were. Our last night together we had planned on going somewhere to dance as Ira loves all dances from Tango to ballroom. We don't find a place so that evening she dresses up and we dance in our apartment. She tells me that she has never been so happy. Since I have never been this happy I tell her this as well. The day we leave Kiev is very sad. During the drive to the airport a song come on the radio and it is a beautiful song saying something about heart ache. Ira presses her back to my chest so I don't see her cry. After we check our luggage we take more pictures. Temporary relief from the sadness comes when Ed takes a loaf of bread out of his carry on bag and takes a bite. He is still scared to eat anything since the bad chicken took it's toll on his stomach. Ed then tries to give the bread to a security guard and Ira and I are laughing. Then back to our goodbyes. We hold each other and Ira is crying and shaking in my arms. It was next to impossible for me to hold back a tear. As Ed and I walk away I look back and Ira is waving and crying. I have never felt this way about a woman. We are writing each other every day and will soon be using Skype on Ira's computer when she has high speed. This january I will be visiting Ira in Russia and meeting her family. From Ed: sorry guys, by Catman's request I'm not posting any photos of Ira since they are engaged and he doesn't want her to know that he met with other girls on that trip. He is concerned that she might by chance come across my site and see her pics. But I can tell you that she is both beautiful and down to earth. They make a perfect couple! He did go To Russia over the holidays and spent 3 weeks with Ira. Everything went great, he loved her family and they loved him and now he is in the process of doing the visa for her. The latest update: Catman and Ira have been married since September 2009 and are very happy together.
These are the 6 short videos that I uploaded to youtube about my other client's trip with me to Russia. I have many more photos and videos, but in most cases my clients would like to maintain their privacy and I have to respect their wishes.
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