This is an email I received from John, an American guy who lives in Las Vegas. All names and other personal information have been hidden to protect the privacy.
I visited Kiev in the summer of 2015. It was my third time there. I absolutely loved the city. Everything about it was awesome. And the girls, wow, I think Ukrainian women are some of the beautiful in the world.
Anyway, I was just strolling on Kreshyatik (the main street in the center) with a local girl, when a certain girl caught my eye. She had long dark hair and dark eyes. She was slim, like a model and looked in his early to mid-20s.
I immediately asked my friend to run over to her and get her name. She ran over, asked her if she’d like to be introduced to someone. The girl replied yes and my friend brought her over to meet me.
As soon as she came over, I realized what a beautiful girl she was. Her name was Alina and she was 23-years-old. She was on her lunch break from work (she worked in a nearby hair salon). We had lunch, after which I got her number, promising her to call her later.
Since I was only staying in Kiev for one week (I was on a business trip to London and decided to make a quick trip to Kiev before returning back to the US), we saw each other almost every day. Before I left for the US, we made plans to keep in touch and meet up real soon.
As soon as I returned back to the US, I immediately called her on Skype and we chatted for an hour.
We continued to keep in touch for the next several months, talking on Skype every other day for about an hour.
Several months later, I once again had an opportunity to visit her in Kiev.
We spent the about 12 days traveling all over Europe, visiting countries Italy, France, and Portugal.
It was one of the most memorable trips of my life and she seemed to be having a great time as well.
We stayed in amazing 4-5-star hotels, plus I bought her lots of nice (and expensive) gifts. She seemed to have enjoyed the trip as much as I have.
Several months later, we took a trip to the Maldives, we, for the first time, we began discussing marriage.
I really wanted to make her my wife, so I married her in Cabo San Lucas a few months later. After that, I brought her over to the US to live with me in Las Vegas.
As soon as we arrived in the US, I noticed that something was different about her. Her mood changed. She became more irritable and even bitchy at times.
I tried talking to her about it because I genuinely wanted to help her and figure out what the issue was, but she kept blowing me off.
As she grew more and more distant, I noticed she was spending increasingly more time at the pool of our complex. Maybe she had met someone? I don’t know.
Six weeks later, I came home and noticed a handwritten note on the kitchen table. It was from her. She said that she couldn’t live with me anymore and that she had to go somewhere else.
That was the last time I saw her.
I eventually discovered that she met someone at the complex where we lived and moved in with him. He was a pretty wealthy man.
I was so heart-broken that I couldn’t do anything for 3 months. I couldn’t focus on my business. My personal life took a nose-dive. I even contemplated suicide.
Eventually, I got myself together and moved on.
Anyway, just wanted to share this story so that other guys don’t have to go through this nightmare.
I loved sher, but she stabbed me in the back…
Thanks for listening