Dear American bloggers,
Happy Independence Day!
I am just someone like you.
You - from England, you - from the USA, you - from ...no matter where.
I am just a woman, worrying about her kids, her job, to go to work on time, to cook the dinner on time, not to forget this or that.
I worry about my looks as much as you, about my diet or my clothes.
I have the same dreams as all the single women on the earth.
We all dream of happiness. For me it is a nice partner somewhere, somehow. Not cars, not houses or diamonds. Just a normal man who will be mine.
And I am not a bad person, believe it or not.
Why do men always mention the fact about the socialist past of my country? Do they think they are superior because they have read about it in the books? Or that we here are stupid and we don't know anything about life? Do they think it was our choice of political regime?
A man I was dating for short told me that all women from eastern Europe are bad because they want to marry men from the Western countries and steal their money. Hahahaha, after my divorce the word marriage has been deleted from my vocabulary. Who is so stupid to want to marry second time? He just deleted himself from my life, saying it.
Another one wrote me ...
Why should I bother you with all the stupid things I have heard?
I just want to say - I am like you. Women from my country are like you.
No matter where we were born, we are here for the same reason.
Have a nice weekend, ladies. We deserve it.
Dating here is like sitting at the window and watching the people in the street.
You know some of them, friends, not so good friends. You say Hello, you talk for a while.
And you wait.
If something good happens, you can pick it up.
If no, you can just make one more coffee.
And wait for tomorrow. Or the day after tomorrow.
Again at work. One more week ahead.
But it's good, I am still here, coping with the tasks.
Still breathing, still fighting.
Running to the office in the morning, to my home in the evening, looking forward to my emails and Friday.
One more week of my life.
Who knows what will happen. Maybe, while commuting, he will stop me and say - I need you. You are so pretty. I like your smile.
Or maybe it will be the same sleeping faces in the tube, as usual.
Friday
One more Friday.
The day full of hope and dreams for me.
Much more exciting than the other days. We anticipate some miracle to happen.
We hope that it won't be as lonely as the previous one, and the one before it and the one before it, a whole row of lonely Fridays. And weekends.
We still have our chatting. I like it a lot. But can it replace the live creature next to you? The one you can call your partner, your love, your dream come true?
Am I a dreamer? Or we all here are?
Tell me if this dream is possible.
It would be wonderful to say I'm really pleased with this dating site, recommended by a friend.
It's a pity, some people are here not because they need love. They need my money...
I have been asked so many times to send somebody money that I stopped counting them. My last invention is - Sorrey, dear, I don't have but if you have, send me. And it works, they disappear as the snow in summer time in my country.
Maybe I have hurt some real people doubting in them based on the bad experience. I want to apologize to them.
Maybe I was right doubting. Especially when I give them my pphone number, after some email exchanging etc, you know how it works, and then I don't see their number. It's flagged immediately in my mind that something is wrong.
One day, when I am old and bored, I can write a book about this experience. Ot the scammers will have changed their strategy? Who knows...
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