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I've been fortunate enough to help some amazing women from Ukraine find homes and work in England...but recently, I have found that more women are looking to stay in their country, 

Ukraine - Stay or leave?

First, I want to begin by saying that most times I visited Ukraine, I had a wonderful time, with no issues...but there was always a level of trepidation from the women I was with, w

The good and the bad...

During my years, I have been fortunate to have been successful in business. However, not a day goes by when I don't remember those who gave me important lessons.

The best sales tool...an attractive woman )))

Some time ago, I met an attractive blonde on a dating site, Polina. She was intelligent, confident and passionate to leave Ukraine. She was also a victim of sexual assault on a regu

Did I judge too soon...or are these all lies?

I recently spoke with a friend of mine, who was from Russia, but is now making her life in France.

What would you do???

During my life, I have had a number of businesses. One of which that I'm involved in, although less than in the past, is personal management. Basically representing actors/actresses

Pornography...fun, or dangerous?

I'm guessing this may be one of those articles which is rejected, but I decided to put my thoughts into words anyway )))

Online dating - How real is this?

You decline my request for your contact information...then you want to know why I'm not contacting you???

I've been quite quiet on here recently...and there is a good reason for this. I've met the one :-)

So it has happened...I've met the one and her visa is ready

So recently I ended a relationship with a woman from Ukraine...and I wonder if her behaviour is what I should expect from others.

Can women accept that I help refugees?

I've been fortunate enough to help some amazing women from Ukraine find homes and work in England...but recently, I have found that more women are looking to stay in their country, despite the risks to their safety, or the potential for opportunity in England...and I wonder why?

It appears that there are increased concerns following an abundance of stories relating to nightmare situations for women who have travelled to other countries. Even the women I currently host have terrible experiences that they have shared with me, about both leaving the country and while waiting to make way to England. Although I still assume these are a small minority.

There also appears a greater amount of women feeling that they "must" remain in Ukraine. They need to show solidarity with those who either cannot travel, or the brave men fighting to protect their country. Many have already relocated from the East to the West and just don't feel they can go further. While admirable, the risks are still real.

A view to staying with extended family, be this parents, grandparents, siblings and their children is also stated...however, these women often look to see if someone can host them with numerous other members of her family. Unfortunately, people with such space are few and far between.

So I wonder why the interest and determination to seek life away from Ukraine has changed? While all of the points above are understandable, before the conflict and before Covid, women were desperate to leave their countries for new lives abroad...has the war changed this?

Maybe I choose the wrong forum for this discussion, but I wonder if the women here feel more obligation to remain in Ukraine, or have experiences of friends reconsidering their future?

Any comments would be appreciated...and to all, remain safe and well.

First, I want to begin by saying that most times I visited Ukraine, I had a wonderful time, with no issues...but there was always a level of trepidation from the women I was with, when police were nearby.

I didn't understand this, until one trip I made to Odessa. I had been speaking with a wonderful woman for a while and had agreed to come to Odessa for a week, combining some other travel I had planned in Prague and Budapest. The woman, Alina, was a single mother, looking for a new life in England and this was an opportunity to see how we would be together. We agree to meet at a bar near to my hotel and immediately felt comfortable with each other. She was very attractive with large breasts and incredible figure. When I first met her, she was in a summer dress, almost transparent in the sun. We had a wonderful afternoon together, walking in the sun and getting to know each other, before collecting her things at the hotel and spending the evening alone in our room.

The second evening, after another amazing day, visiting parks and shopping, we decided to go for a meal and few evening drinks...and this is when the event happened.

As we left the bar about 11.30pm, the air was still warm and quite quiet on the streets. It was a short walk to the hotel, so we walked, holding hands and chatting, with lots of laughter. As we were almost at the hotel, we noticed 2 policemen, next to a vehicle. Alina immediately looked uncomfortable, but myself, ignorant to the situation, continued our conversation. As we approached the policemen, I heard them say something and Alina responded with anger to them. I found out later, that one of the policemen had called Alina "another whore, chasing the western man for money". In anger, she told the policeman to "fuck off". He responded by approaching her and pulling open her blouse, exposing her breast, as she was without a bra. She covered her chest in embarrassment as the policeman faced his colleague laughing. I stepped forward to protect Alina and had both officers raise guns to me. In poor English, I was told "you have problem...fuck off". I stood in front of Alina, who was beyond angry and shouting at the policemen, who looked like they were keen to see more of her.&nbsp;

Alina grabbed my arm, realising we were in trouble and I looked at the policemen. Calmly, I said, "look, no trouble" and took $50 from my pocket. One officer snatched this from me...and without paying much attention, waved me away. I put Alina ahead of me and used my body to protect her. We walked quickly to the hotel, with her trying, unsuccessfully to cover her chest, with her blouse beyond repair.&nbsp;

As we arrived in the hotel, I looked to the staff, who had noticed the incident outside, but it was clear they were not willing, or able to help. We walked to the elevator and travelled to our room, with me consoling Alina.&nbsp;

In the room, she started to cry, holding me close. She said how she "fucking hated this place, hated how she was treated". She said, "I cannot have my daughter experience this life", looking into my eyes with desperation. That night, I held Alina close and we spoke about what I could do to help. We made love as the sun rose in the morning and we arranged flights for her and her daughter the following day.&nbsp;

Alina and her daughter travelled back to England with me as my guests, on a holiday visa. I was quickly able to help Alina find work and with this, she could apply for citizenship in England. Although there were a few issues, this was processed and both her and her daughter were able to start their new life.

Although for myself and Alina, our relationship only lasted another 6 months, we remain in contact. She is married now to an amazing man in London, who I had introduced her to. Her daughter is now doing her school exams and will be in college later this year.&nbsp;

We speak occasionally, her husband aware of our past and also of this incident. She remains angry about this...but more with anger that this wasn't a single incident. As I speak with women, I hear many examples of similar incidents and living in England, I can't understand how this is possible. However, as Alina says, "the past remains the past, let us worry for the future"...and hopefully, she has had a wonderful life in England and will continue to have more in the future. As for the men involved...I hope they enjoyed the $50 and that karma has returned some of the pain back to them.

Some of these lessons may have caused embarrassment, a few created a financial cost...but each was valuable...but there was one I will remember for as long as I live.

I was 27 years old, I had a number of properties and had recently bought a bar with 2 friends. On paper, I was very wealthy and I had the lifestyle you can imagine, including the women, who were attracted to this young man, with cash, with the porsche...and with the businesses. I decided it was time to step up and decided to buy a larger bar, popular in the city and obviously not cheap, this was going to be a significant risk for me.

Within my industry, more than most, business is done within a bar or club, with a bottle of champagne to celebrate, with a good vodka or whisky during the negotiation. I met with the senior owner of this bar, he was in his mid 50's, silver hair and beard, but slim and tanned. I was warned that he was a strong negotiator and that I needed to be prepared and careful...but I never expected this.

After some small talk at the bar, we collected our drinks and moved to his office in the back. As we left the bar, 2 gorgeous women, dress in short skirts and loose tops, followed us as we walked. I obviously spotted them, but there was no comment or acknowledgement from my competitor. We walked into his office and he held the door, waiting for me to take my seat. "I hope you don't mind my assistants joining us", he said, with the 2 models walking confidently into the room.

Slightly flustered, I responded, "no, of course not", hoping that I hadn't lost all professionalism.

We began to talk, with me discussing what I thought the business was worth and why my offer was not only competitive, but as good as he could get. Barely acknowledging my words, the models, sat either side of him, were focusing on him, lifting his drink to his lips for him and stroking his hair, while he caressed the long legs in front of me. On a couple of occasions, I admit, I got flustered and lost track of my pitch, but managed to pull this back again. I finished, with confidence, I looked firmly at the man and said, "so, can we do business?"

With the same relaxed attitude he had shown throughout the meeting, he sat forward...while doing so his assistants, leant back, both opening their legs, showing me everything in their short skirts. I hadn't realised they were without panties...but I did now.

Fighting to refocus, the owner looked at me, "I don't agree with your calculations". He turned to one of his assistants, who turned away, exposing her breast which fell from the side of her top, as she leant behind to lift some papers. I could feel my dick pressing uncomfortably against my pants. She was one of the most attractive women I had ever seen. I saw that the man noticed me looking and gave me a small grin. I looked to the ground, embarrassed that I had been caught...but why, I was never embarrassed...I was starting to feel very uncomfortable.

The man dropped the papers on the desk, "take a look at these calculations", he said, with the second model now leaning forward, her nipple falling from her top. I looked that the papers, while still trying to focus on these women in front of me...barely recognising the numbers, let alone understanding what they meant. I tried to bluff, "ok, I can agree these, but I still feel my offer is....", my conversation was interrupted, as one of the models accidently spilt her drink onto her chest, the cool liquid making her skin glisten and her nipple more erect. The man couldn't stop himself...and I heard him laugh. I stopped myself and looked at him, part in anger, part in confusion. He clapped his hands and said, "right girls, off you go". Both girls stood up, corrected their skirts which had now raised showing me their bald pussies and amazing ass and walked from the room.&nbsp;

The man looked at me and asked me whether I still wanted to buy the club. I could barely talk and made a series of noises, with no bearing to the words I wanted to say. He laughed loudly and clapped his hands, clearly amused. He looked at me and said, "Jay, I've heard only great things about you, but I won't be selling you my place"...I understood, frustrated, I tried to stand, but still with my dick bulging. He looked at me with a smile...and said, "no, please sit. I want to speak with you". I took a drink and looked at him, glad I didn't have to try to stand...and raised my glass. He explained that he heard great things and wanted to work with me on some other projects. Today though, he wanted to see how focused I was. With this comment, I clearly thought I'd failed and visibly deflated. With this he laughed loudly and refilled my glass, slapping my back in recognition.

He looked at me and said, "actually, you did a lot better than most...and a lot better than I would, at your age". We spoke for over an hour and he explained this is how he meets all people for the first time. Wanting to know if the men he was dealing with, were listening to their head, or their dick. He explained that in our industry, there are many women, but not a lot of great deals, so he wanted to see which I was using when I met him...my brain, or my penis.

I guess I passed the test, as I worked with him for over 10 years, till he finally retired. Unfortunately, retirement didn't work for him and he died 18 months after. However, he taught me that sometimes, it's not what you know...it is how you distract others that can make you the best opportunity. I admit, occasionally, I use the same trick. Recently, I bought a club for 30% less than expected, due to the beauty of my own 2 assistants )))

So when I come to a meeting...and I'm greeted in this way. I smile and remember my lessons from the past...and remember that the deal comes first...then I cum later.

Some time ago, I met an attractive blonde on a dating site, Polina. She was intelligent, confident and passionate to leave Ukraine. She was also a victim of sexual assault on a regular basis. She told me about situations with her boss, with neighbours, with her landlord, taxi drivers and with strangers. She told me of evenings with friends, where they had strangers pay for their drinks and meals. The girls would then try to leave when the men were occupied, or left the table for a reason, often resulting in these men racing after the women and attacking them in the street. Her fear to take taxi's due to continued attacks and even avoiding the food store when possible.

As I listened to this, I questioned if this was possible, but the detail she provided and the look on her face as she explained, made me believe this was all happening.

I quickly felt that I needed to protect Polina and fortunately, having spare property, I offered to bring her to England. She seemed pleased, but quickly, I was faced with an increasing number of excuses why we were unable to meet, or she was unable to travel.

Initially, she explained that she was afraid to travel alone and asked if I could also find a place for her friend, Alla. I explained this would be fine...and even agreed to meet them in Poland first, so they could get to know me before arriving in England.&nbsp;

We then got the following series of excuses for her inability to travel:

1 - Kidnapped by her boss, a female, who used her to attract men for group sex. She was locked in a room for 8 days, having to provide sex to large numbers of men each day

2 - Kidnapped by her landlord, along with a second girl for 5 days. Both tied to the bed and assaulted regularly

3 - Money stolen by boss, so unable to pay for train to Poland

4 - At the border, she was robbed and sexually assaulted by 4 men. Her passport was stolen and the border guards refused to allow her to leave Ukraine...but not before also attacking her

5 - When attempting to get a passport, for almost 6 months, this was refused to her. She finally went to the passport office to try to get the passport in person. Although not attacked, she explained that she was told she would need to provide sex for a group of 8 men to get her passport.

With each excuse and increased attacks, I felt that Polina was a cheat and liar, although she never initially asked for money. I guess this is why I still felt that maybe she was being honest.

After a number of arguments, I decided that I couldn't trust her and despite her insistence that she was being truthful, we stopped our communication.&nbsp;

The question now is, was I unfair? Is the situation Polina experienced actually how certain women have to live in Ukraine? Or was this a fake and cheat, who was trying to get my sympathy, before pushing me for financial gain?

I would be interested to know your thoughts?

Thank you all for your comments...I really appreciate each of your thoughts.

One thing I do find very interesting is that the majority of comments are from women that don't wish to leave Ukraine. Either due to patriotism, responsibility to family, or concern about moving to be with a man they don't know. This is a little confusing knowing that this is a dating site, with women who are specifically looking for relationships with men in other countries???

Anyway, thank you all again and let us hope that this war ends soon and people can regain their lives to live safely, wherever they wish.

Thank you for your comments...and an interesting realisation

She had a very financially rewarding job in Moscow, working in real estate. However, as a very beautiful woman, tall, dark hair, slim, with large breast, she was often objectified by the men she dealt with. She accepted this and was willing to provide sexual favours to benefit from these relationships, to secure large bonuses and to retain the support of her management team.

Her intention was always to earn enough to leave for Western Europe, or USA to work there, hopefully for herself, when she wouldn't be forced to do business on her back or knees.

This changed with the war in Ukraine. She couldn't accept that her relatives and friends in Ukraine were now being considered lesser people by Putin and his allies and she became vocal in her displeasure. This resulted in immediate issues. Her boss warned her to "shut her fucking mouth" and that no matter what he felt, if she carried on, she would be fired.&nbsp;

Her landlord, a personal friend, arrived at her apartment and said he heard of her views, as did the neighbours, he struck her and warned her that she needed to shut up...or she needed to leave.

Eventually, she was arrested. After arriving at the station, she was interviewed, during this she was raped by two officers. When her lawyer arrived, she was still handcuffed to the table, with her skirt lifted and panties around her ankles. She was given permission to leave the station, but had to return the following day to the station to leave her passport. When she returned, the officers made comments and others told her they would be coming to visit her soon. True to their words, she saw police come to her apartment. She heard them beating at the door while she hid under her bed. She heard them shout through the door what they would do to her...and that they would be back.

Realising that she had no choice, she packed 2 bags and left for family in Belarus. Through friends, she was able to get a second passport and made it through the border with little problem. She kept herself covered at all times, hiding her beauty and face, for fear that she was being chased. After 3 weeks in Belarus, she escaped to Turkey, but not without having to give gratitude to the men who helped her. A distant uncle in Belarus had demanded sex regularly since she arrived and enjoyed to humiliate her. He arranged a contact to meet her in Turkey and even made her suck him on the way to the airport.

In Turkey, she was provided with a small apartment. Payment for this was to provide sex to a group of 4 men, who visited her almost daily for 2 weeks. She escaped in the early hours, leaving for another part of Turkey before travelling into Europe. She finally made it to Cannes, where a friend of mine had an apartment for her to use.

She called me when this happened and thanked me and my friend for being the first men not to demand sex...she laughed at this, I think in an attempt to hide the sorrow. My friend and his wife visited her often and she quickly began to enjoy life in France, but remained worried that she would be found.

I know the past 12 months have been hard for her. Moving to various cities and at times, she has still experienced some abuse, but she seems to finally be settled and have a good job.&nbsp;

We spoke for a while, I asked her a simple question...was it worth it? She replied simply...yes, she couldn't remain silent, knowing what the people of Ukraine were experiencing. Although she has been humiliated, abused and attacked, she realises that she is now safe. Something that still many in Ukraine cannot say. I asked how she felt about the men who abused her...and she said she felt anger, disgust and sorrow...not for her, but for them. As men treating women like this can never really be considered men.

I surprised her with a gift hamper a few days after my call...I wanted to show her how proud I am of her and also remind her of better times. She sent me a beautiful photo, with a large smile and bottle of wine from the hamper.

I share this to ask what would you do to speak out against evil? To remind us that many people in Russia do not want Putin's war...and that violence is given to them also. To question, if you knew this would be what you would need to experience, the violence, the sexual treatment...would you hide under your bed? Would you continue to shout against evil?

As for my friend...I'm proud to know her and know her life will be much better now.

During my life, I have had a number of businesses. One of which that I'm involved in, although less than in the past, is personal management. Basically representing actors/actresses, models, singers...performers.&nbsp;

About 10 years ago, 2 girls who worked for me as event models and hostesses asked me if I could help them get into pornography. I knew of some people and by chance had recently been to a party, held by a man who owned a studio. Lisa and Bailey were keen to take an opportunity to earn some significant money and were both comfortable with sex and using their bodies.

Now, at that time, I was uncomfortable with working in this area and I agreed to make introductions and help, but I didn't want this to be a business arrangement and instead, I helped them for no fee. Anyway, introductions were made and within a short time, both girls had done various work within England and were booked to travel to USA for a 2 week test period.&nbsp;

At the end of 2 weeks, I received a call from both girls, Bailey was back in the UK, having realised that this wasn't a career she could manage. While Lisa was planning to stay for a further 6 weeks (in fact it was over 5 years before she returned to England), Bailey realised that performing on camera was a chore that affected her interest in sex and she felt uncomfortable being scheduled to have various sex acts during a day, with little interest from the production team on how she was feeling emotionally.&nbsp;

Fortunately, Bailey was with a respectable company (or at least as respectable as you can get within this industry). So she never felt that she couldn't refuse, or was trapped...but as we know, this isn't always the case for women. As for Lisa, she now lives full time in USA and is married to a producer of adult films. She is retired, but occasionally goes back on camera if she wishes.&nbsp;

Since that time, I have occasionally provided models or performers for adult shoots, or films. Recently, I was approached by a large adult film production company in Europe, who have asked if I can help them find performers, with the increase in women in England from Eastern Europe. For the first time in a while, I feel a little uncomfortable, but remind myself that for these women, often this is a dream or ambition...not something they are forced to do.

Now, my question is...should I remain concerned about working with companies within the adult industry? Or alternatively, should I be pleased to help women achieve their ambitions and on some occasions, significant wealth?

Pornography...is this just fun, or am I putting woman at risk?&nbsp;

Quick note, in the 10 years I have worked in this area, no woman has ever told me they felt in danger or forced to do anything they didn't want. They have told me stories of other occasions with other companies, but my personal experiences have always been safe.

So, I have used these sites for a number of years. I have experienced most of the good and bad from these sites and feel I can recognise the real from the fake...however, occasionally I'm still shocked.

One thing I have noticed is that the women seem to read the profiles of the men less and less. At least 30% of my emails are from women telling me they can meet me in USA, despite my profile clearly stating I live in England.

I get a lot of the same questions, all of which can be answered by reading my profile. Where do you live? What do you do for work?

...and my personal hate, when women refer to photos of you, how they adore how handsome you are, when there is no picture on my profile and I've yet to send one to them!!!

Now, I'm a realist and understand that often women will contact me for other reasons than a genuine interest in a relationship. Likewise, often communication is copied and duplicated to a large number of men, not considering the individual location, or whether a photo is showing on their profile. However, this does create negativity from the man to the site and the genuine women here.&nbsp;

While I'm sure the site works to reduce this and for the determined, it is worth deleting those who send the "standard" email. It is a shame that this is the introduction that many new to these sites experience and is probably why so many western men feel these sites are "fake".&nbsp;

Personally for me, I put a fair amount of detail into my profile and those women who respond to this get more attraction from me. The women who send the same standard approach mail which you know they use for everyone, well they are quickly ignored.&nbsp;

I guess I want to share some advice as a mail using these sites to those women who are genuinely looking for a partner. Take a little time to read about the man you wish to communicate with. When you send your introduction mail, make it specific to them. Make reference to their age, work, or where they live. Also,&nbsp;please stop adding that you will be coming to "my country" soon...if you are, say which country, which city, which date...otherwise we all know you are lying.

If you do get into communication with someone, then share things with them. If they are interested in you, they will continue contacting you so they can get your contact details after meeting the required minutes in chat, or emails sent. I have just stopped speaking with one woman, after her emails became one sentence, which makes me realise she either has nothing to say, or only an interest in receiving emails.

As I said, we are all adults and we can determine how to spend our money and time. For those on this site who wish to do so, there are many who will send emails and keep the communication virtual. For those who want to plan and build a future with a man, then do things differently, for fear of being considered the same as the rest.

Good luck to all and for those looking for love, I wish you the best.

Having been on the site for a few weeks now, I've became close to a couple of women. I've sent emails and responded to them, even spoke on camera and when the required number of meetings has been met, I requested their contact details.&nbsp;

Now one of the women, has not responded to my request, despite it being 1 week. She still sends me mails and tells me she wants to meet next month...but still no details.

The other, who I was speaking with previously, well she is in England...even before I requested her details, she told me she wanted to travel to my city as she didn't want to wait. While we talked often, having met the number of required communication, I asked if I should request her details...and she seemed delighted that I was serious.

So 4 days later, when told she had declined to share these details...you can imagine I was a little puzzled. Only to be more stunned, when 2 weeks later, she sends me a mail asking why I no longer contact her???

Now ladies, is it just me...or does something seem very strange here? I appreciate that no woman has to send her details...but when she is planning to meet you before this, delighted to hear this...and then declines, does something seem a little wrong. The other, who is delighted to know I will be travelling to Poland, she has spent 1 week, getting this data together??? Seriously, if someone wanted my contact details, it would take about 1 minute )))

Sadly I feel that neither of these women are serious and sincere. Despite best efforts from all parties, let's be honest...they are only in this for the money.

To all those who are genuine here...this is why men have so much negativity and trepidation when using these sites. Thanks to women like this, this whole process is considered fake by many, when those who persevere, know that there are some genuine women.

Anyway...good luck to you all...and for the women who are not here for the right reasons, I hope your reward is worth it.

After a painful process when I often felt this opportunity would escape me, I met Lyudmila "Milly". She has been trapped in Ukraine, looking for a partner herself. Likewise, she thought she had met an Italian, but his promises were without foundation and it was by chance we spoke. Both of us, wondering how to find a genuine person...and this communication helped me find her.

Quickly we agreed to meet, I flew to Warsaw with trepidation...wondering if she would arrive and if I was moving too fast. I arrived in Warsaw early and took at room at Nobu. I wanted to make sure I would be comfortable if she didn't arrive...but arrive she did and wow, she looked incredible. We had spoken on camera, so it wasn't a complete shock, but in person, she was so much more beautiful.

We hugged and kissed...with nothing uncomfortable. It was as if she was made for me. I took her case and gave her my arm and the roses I brought for her. She smiled and laughed as we walked and I was immediately captivated.&nbsp;

At the hotel, I explained that I had made dinner reservations and that we could maybe go for a walk if she wished. Instead, she walked to me, kissed me and told me she wanted to stay in the room. We spent the afternoon in bed. It was as if we had known each other for years. We shared all our secrets and stories. I answered every question and by the evening, I felt that Milly knew more about me than even my parents )))

We ordered room service, when the food arrived, she put on a gown and answered the door. The waiter almost dropped the food when he saw her )))

We ate with gusto, having built a huge hunger and toasted our new relationship with champagne and fresh fruit.&nbsp;

We made love again that evening and she fell asleep in my arms, while I looked at some papers. I felt very happy and realised how my life will change.

The following day, we decided to leave the room. I took her to see different sites and we walked through the city, holding hands and kissing often. She was radiant in a summer dress, although the heat was affecting me. We stopped for drinks and lunch. Everything felt so natural. As we walked past the stores, I decided to break one of my rules. I was going to buy her some jewellery. Usually I'm cautious, but I trusted Milly. We stopped at a store and I saw a beautiful necklace, with a heart and diamond insert. She looked at me as if I was insane and refused to allow me to buy her such an expensive gift. We agreed, I would buy this...but keep this until she arrived in England. I loved her attitude and confidence...I was certain she was the girl for me.

We visited a few more stores...and despite her refusals, I bought her a dress, shoes and handbag...telling her that this would make me happy. She looked incredible in the red dress, the satin clinging to her incredible body.

She blushed when I made her compliments and kissed me to shut me up )))

We left the shops and returned to the hotel. I needed to shower and she joined me...thanking me for an incredible day. We made love again in the shower and lay on the bed while we relaxed. She looked upset and I asked her what was wrong. She told me that this felt like a dream, a fairy tale...she was waiting to wake up and realise I wasn't this perfect man. I lent towards her and kissed her...and said, "is that not real"...she laughed and we chatted and joked with each other.

<br>That evening, I dressed first and agreed to meet her in the hotel bar. Leaving her to prepare. She arrived at the bar and it felt like the room stopped to greet her. I could see everybody stop and stare, she was amazing. She saw me and walked towards me smiling. The barman couldn't stop himself and made a comment...he realised she was with me and immediately apologised...I laughed and told him I thought the same as him )))

As she sat next to me, I lifted the necklace from my pocket. I looked at her and told her that I wanted her to wear it now. I had made my decision...and if she would accept me, I wanted her to come to England as soon as a visa could be arranged. She kissed me and with tears in her eyes, she agreed. She told me that she couldn't imagine her life without me...and told me she loved me.

We had a drink and then went for sushi. We drank sake and enjoyed the incredible food...but for me, everything was poor in comparison with her. I was in love...I couldn't believe it...but I knew this was real.

After an incredible 5 days together...we had to say goodbye...but not farewell. I decided that Milly was the girl for me. As I walked her to the train...she kept asking when we could next speak, next meet. She had all these questions about the visa and coming to England. I stopped her and looked into her eyes, she seemed afraid to look at me. I put her hand on my heart and told her that this was now hers and she was coming to England.

As she left on the train...she sent me a message. She had put the necklace in my bag...just in case I changed my mind. I sent her a response...telling her I would keep this for her.&nbsp;

Anyway...today, I'm back in Warsaw and Milly is with me. Only this time, she won't be returning to Ukraine. She has her visa and we fly this evening back to England. I won't need this site...or any site, I now have my girl.&nbsp;

For those still looking...I wish you good luck

...but now I have Milly...I have my dreams fulfilled.

At the outset of the Ukrainian invasion, I looked to help where I could. Through my businesses and contacts, I was able to send foods and other goods to help refugees and those escaping the bombs and missiles. As I own a number of properties, I also decided to provide three apartments to people needing to leave Ukraine, also providing work and support while they built new lives. So far, I'm hosting 4 women and have hosted 8 in total.

Anyway, while helping these women, I continued my search for a partner and met Lyudmila "Milly". From our first conversations, I explained that I was helping women from Ukraine in England and she accepted this, but had many questions. All of which I answered.

We met in Poland and I arranged a web call with the girls here and we seemed to have addressed her concerns. It was then that we decided that we would try to live together in England.

Almost from the first day, we had issues. Milly wanted to know why I continued to help these women. Why they had my number and could call on me. Two of the women worked in one of my restaurants and whenever I visited this business, she wanted to come with me...and I never refused.

After about a week, Milly asked me if I could find other jobs for the two women working for me...and I explained that due to their limited English, opportunities were limited, but I would speak with friends with other businesses. Then, after an argument, she told me that I had to throw the women out of the apartments and have nothing to do with them. I gave no belief that anything was happening with these women and allowed Milly to travel with me and speak with the women I help at any time.

I explained I couldn't remove the accommodation or work from these women and Milly became aggressive and violent. I had to call the police and had Milly removed from my house. I provided her with a ticket to return to Poland and told her not to contact me again.

After speaking with the girls I host, I was told that they were not shocked and I should expect this from other women. Now I wonder, do I need to look for relationships elsewhere, while I continue to host and help people who need it?

Milly was a really nice woman in many ways, beautiful, funny and usually happy, but I cannot remove the help these other women need. I wonder, am I wrong?

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