09/09/2007
I still remember that day. The day I decided to join a dating site. The day my life turned upside down. I was going home after a busy, but boring day in the office - I worked as a real estate manager then, but not a top-manager - quite an ordinary one with lots of routine paperwork. It was early November and Moscow is always gray and rainy at this season. Everyone hurries home to warm up. I was also hurrying home, but there was no one waiting for me there. 3 years have passed since then, but I remember every feeling I had and each action I did. I was sitting on the metro train and looking at other people who were standing and sitting nearby. Some were reading newspapers, some were listening to the walk-men. Then I noticed a couple - a beautiful woman of 30 or so and a man in his forties. They were not talking, just staring at each other and smiling. They were so relaxed and "quietly- happy". I was looking at them and could not stop smiling. In several minutes the train stopped and it was my station - the couple moved forward and for some time we were walking very close to each other. I know it's not polite, but I listened to what they talked about - seemed like they met not so long ago, but knew a lot about each other. He was a foreigner and she was a Russian woman from a town called Tver, not so far from Moscow (by the way, I have some friends there and I can say all the girls there are gorgeous). They were holding hands and their eyes expressed real happiness, which brightened my day.
I came home, cooked dinner, and watched TV, but could not stop thinking about this couple. I called a friend of mine who once told me she joined an international marriage agency and they were helping her to get acquainted with a man from Germany (she always liked this country and her elder sister got married to a German man and was extremely happy with him in his country).
The next day I was already sitting at the office of the dating agency my friend told me about and listened to what they said. The day after that I was photographed and in a couple more days they showed my profile on an international dating site. It was all so quick that I could not even stop for a second and think of what my friends here would think about me - another mail-order bride? Am I not pretty enough to find a man myself? Then there was a half-year period when I was getting acquainted with different men - all of them were really nice and some of them are still our friends, but there was no real chemistry.
All this lasted till I got a message from HIM. I liked him from the beginning - from the first message he wrote to me. It was not significant in any way - just an ordinary message from an ordinary guy, but - don't know if people say like this - "love from the first email". Don't remember all the words we exchanged - it was all like a dream. I was waking up and calling the agency to find out if he sent a message, was hurrying to finish work and drop into the agency's office to look at his photos over and over again and re-read his messages, to write a message for him.. you will know what I mean when you find your soulmate. We started to plan his trip to Moscow just 2 weeks after we got acquainted - we planned everything - how I would meet him at the airport, we shared our thoughts about how it was going to be. I was excited, excited, excited!
Then the "day X" came. I woke up, went to the hairdresser's and did other things I had been planning. I took a bus and went to the airport. And then it started - I realized that I was trembling like a leaf - I was trying to calm down telling myself "What a shame! Are you 18 or what?" It helped. For 5 minutes. The flight was announced and he was the first one to show up. My God, I laugh about it right now, but the only wish I had at the moment was to run away. Not because he was too bad - just because I was too happy and didn't know what to do with it. I was staring at the floor, and he came up and said something weird like "I wish I brought more warm clothes". I looked at him for something that seemed ages and realized I didn't want to talk about anything - just wanted him to hug me real tight. And - don't know why- he did.
My English was not that good then - though much better than when I registered at the agency - but there was not a single situation when we could not understand each other.
Lots of things happened since then, but the only thing remains the same - my Mickey and me - we are together and… I am sure - forever.
Sincerely,
Tanya
