pt. 1/2
In exactly one month I will be traveling to Eastern Europe (think Ukraine/Belarus/Moldova/…) to meet a woman that I have been trading bi-weekly letters with for the past year. We were paired by an international matchmaking agency after telling about ourselves, what we were looking for in a spouse, and our plans & dreams for the future. In a nutshell, she sought a decent husband from anywhere on the planet (other than her home country) and I was seeking a traditional wife. On paper, the agency hit the match out of the park (and out of pool of ~5,000 women), but in a month this will all feel a lot more real…for better or for worse.
About myself…mid-30s, 5’10”, 175, white, stable & secure professional job, make $100k, paid-off house, max out all retirement accounts yearly, live in a major US city but grew up as rural as it gets, frugal & thrifty, not much of a drinker, raised in a Baptist church and now unaffiliated religiously but still have a little faith, mechanically-inclined, bench/squat/dead 1k, all-region catcher back in the day, based af and red-pilled before the term even existed, cc everywhere it’s legal to do so, and speak a little Russian...basically the standard all-American red-blooded male. And also apparently so hideous in the looks department that even a through-the-roof confidence level can’t overcome it…kinda kidding on this one, but not really.
About this woman…late-20s, 5’2”, 105, blonde/blue-eyed Slav beauty, biceps/forearms/vascularity that would put most men to shame, works 12-hour days in a sewing factory and then on a farm too in the summer/fall to not starve, parents deceased, lives in a company housing dormitory with a roommate in a single room, never used a cell phone or computer, doesn’t know how to drive, speaks only Russian, leans agnostic/uncaring religiously, loves to cook & garden, and seems to really want nothing more than to be a loving wife to a loving husband who will provide and protect.