Confessions of a Sex Tourist / Scammers addict

[SexTourist]

Okay....
Wrapping things up with my confessions...

Where has everyone gone? Where are the ususal insults? I was expecting a lot more after what I wrote last time about Newbies.... COME-ON... you can do better than just keeping silent... That drives me crazy... Insults PLEASE...
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I still remember the day I arrived at Omsk airport. Yuliya (26), her father and her younger sister (23) were waiting for me. As soon as I stepped out of the door, her father came running and insisted on taking my suitcase off my hand and carried it to his friend's waiting car. That little gesture of his, plus the fact many of Yuliya's family - and a family's friend - were at the airport greeting me, made me immediately feel different. Over the next week, I would feel part of Yuliya's family. We would sit around the kitchen table, chat and laugh about all sorts of things... and that's despite the language barrier. While Yuliya spoke very little English, her sister and her parents did not speak any.

I spent the first night alone in the apartment I had rented. On the next day, Our relationship became intimate and Yuliya told me I was the first man she ever slept with.

On the third day of my stay in Omsk, Yuliya took me to the local marriage agency she dealt with during our correspondence. This is an amazing story. I had found Yuliya's profile on absoluteagency.com. Her profile was posted there by this 2-women-operation local hole-in-the-wall marriage agency in Omsk. The agency would charge the girls for corresponding with WM. This small agency did not have any kind of web presence, did not communicate directly with WM and did not solicit or take any money from WM. Each girl/client would pay something like 50 roubles (I don't remember the exact amount) to send/receive an email and an additional 50 roubles if she wanted that email translated from/to English. The agency would also charge the girls for other miscellaneous items like making digital pictures, short videos, etc... the girls/clients paid for everything.
So there I was sitting in the agency, the manager of the agency present, the other woman who runs the operation (THE Interpreter) also present, and some girls/clients. A WM visiting his girl who is a client of the agency was - of course - an important event and I had to be shown off to other girls to prove that using the agency's services produced tangible results. But everyone was very nice to me and welcoming. I felt like a rock star. They even let me use the only computer in the agency (with a dialup connection to the Internet) to catch-up with my emails and the news on cnn.com.
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Side note: Looking back at all these events after so many years - and hindsight is always 20/20 - I now can deduce that these girls get coached, by local marriage agencies, by Russian web sites that give such advice or by their friends who are in the know. They must receive the verbal equivalent of a secret Russian User Manual on how to seduce - and keep - a potential future Western Husband.
The User manual must - I am now convinced - contain instructions such as:
- Pretend you are a Virgin.
- Pretend you are deeply in love with him... they crave love and attention, because Western Women are cold, selfish and materialistic bitches.
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I will never find the right words to describe how Yuliya made me feel during my one week in Omsk. In addition to the warm family atmosphere, she herself was so, so, so warm, tender and loving. She made every effort to express her deep love. It would be stupid to say I swept her off her feet, because in fact, it was her who did just that to me.

Yuliya's parents showed me few family albums (and I showed them the one I had brough with me).  They showed me Yuliya's pictures when she was a child and - more importantly - pictures of their own parents and grand-parents. This is a family that had lived in Omsk for many generations.

After a teary-eyed GoodBye at the airport, I left Omsk with the firm impression I had finally found my future wife.

There was just one secret Yuliya was hiding from me, something I would not find-out about until much later.

There was also one secret I was hiding from Yuliya at that point in time: I was still married to my AW and still had to get a divorce before I could file for a K1 application for Yuliya. Little did I know back then that just my divorce would take a whole year. The K1 process would take another 8 months.
In my defense, I fessed-up to Yuliya about that situation when she was starting to get impatient with the length of her wait.
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On my way back home from Omsk, I stopped for a couple of days in Kiev. Vika had re-established contact with me just a few weeks before, and I added this stop in Kiev to my itinerary and got a Visa for the Ukraine at the last minute.
Long story short, Vika was trying to re-ignite the old flame, but at the same time, she knew I was coming from Russia and must have guessed what I doing there. She confessed to me about a relationship she had with a married Ukrainian man shortly after I had proposed to her (and she had accepted). Finally, now I knew why she had started to make absurd demands of a dowry and back-pedal on our marriage plans. I was infuriated as she told me that story, I stood-up and asked her to leave my apartment. We never talked again until just recently.
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There was a RW living in San Francisco that helped me communicate with RW over the years. We would establish a conference call and she would translate back and forth between me and the RW. I would then send her some money by mail. I still remember  - vividly - the conference call I had with Yuliya's mother the day before Yuliya flew to the US after she had received her K1 visa.

Through the translator, Yuliya's mother - in a very soft voice - said: "I ask only one thing from you, and this is as a mother talking to a father: if things do not work-out between you and Yuliya, just be kind enough to pay for her one-way ticket back to Omsk.
In shock, I paused for a few seconds. In a matter of 1 - 2 seconds, a lot of thoughts went through my head:
- First of all, why would she have any fear that I could possibly leave Yuliya stranded in America with no money or a flight back home? Is that just a mother being too worrisome? Does she mis-trust me so much that she would fear me acting in such a cowardly fashion (I don't think so, there's no reason for her to think in this way), or... has Yuliya had boyfriends in the past who treated her like so?
- Then... why is she assuming things could go wrong?

My paranoia kicked-in for a few seconds, but I quickly regained my composure and answered - through the translator - that - of course it would be the least I could do.

I would later know what that was all about.
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I lived in a big city in the Southeast back then where I had no relatives and only a few male friends.
But my mother was in town visiting when Yuliya arrived and we went together to the airport to pick her up.
On the way home from the airport, Yuliya sat in the back seat, my mother in the Passenger seat.

This was the first I'd seen Yuliya in more than a year and a half and I kept glancing at her in my rear mirror. She looked tired, weary, a bit distant and cold. Different from her warm, tender and loving nature. I would find-out later why: About 2 weeks after her arrival she told me about a Russian guy she had met recently and dated for a while until he dumped her. Her younger sister had married a RM and Yuliya was under pressure from her mother and Grand-Mother to do the same: marry a RM and forget about that nonsense of going to America to be with a man she barely knows. I was - again - infuriated to hear that story from her. What the f***k?? is telling such a story also in the secret User Manual they distribute over there to the girls??
But it was too late now. I was falling for her (all over again), she was already here after a very long wait and a lot of expenses, and the sex was just too good - and Oh so frequent - that I just swallowed my pride and kept silent.
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Within 2 weeks of her arrival, I took Yuliya to my family Doctor and he did a general check-up on both of us. I requested a STD screening for both of us and it came back negative.

The first month for Yuliya was difficult as expected. A lot of adjustment and mood swings. Staying alone at home all day was just slowly driving her nuts. I would come back home after a long day at work and find her all bent-up from not talking to anyone all day. I had - of course - left with her a calling card to call Russia anytime she wanted, within reason of course. But it was obvious she was already missing her family back in Russia.
After 2 months, I sat her down and talked to her calmly. I was starting to get tired myself of her mood swings and her long periods of silence, which is completely contratry to her friendly and outgoing personality. I said: "Yuliya, I feel you are not happy with your life here. I will buy you a ticket to go back home and I will also give you some money to take with you". This - actually - was not an offer, I was telling her what I wanted to do. But she firmly declined and indicated she wanted to stay. In the following few weeks, she would even put pressure on me to start wedding preparations because her K1 visa was expiring soon.

To help Yuliya adjust, I enrolled her in a local community college to learn English and I showed her how to take the bus to and from the college and she could also walk to local stores, including a Russian-owned grocery shop. That little change in her life made her come alive, she was warm, tender and loving again. She would tell me in the evening stories about the class she was in and the people - from all over the world - she was meeting. She was the best student in the class and she was proud of it. I would help her with her homework, she would get top marks and come and show me! Little things made her happy.
Mixing with such a variety of people from different ethnic backgrounds was so, so new to Yuliya. I still remember when we ran into an African-American gentleman in a local shop. He had a skin the color of charcoal. Yuliya was staring at him and she expressed to me her amazement. They don't see black people in Omsk... Or many foreigners (except a few Asians maybe) for that matter.

We got married on the 25th of June of 2004, and started our life as husband and wife, with the normal ups and downs of a couple.
I was a little surprised Yuliya was not using any kind of contraceptive, and was not getting pregnant. I started to mention my desire for having children. Yuliya - by then - was 28 years old and - I always figured - quite ready to be a mother. I had mentioned it at least a couple of times during our correspondence and always made it clear I wanted a family. Every time I talked about it, Yuliya would look away and change the subject.

When we visited a Gynecologist finally, the Gynecologist told us Yuliya had a condition called Uterus Fibroids. I had no clue what that was, but the Gynecologist told me she could still become pregnant.

On our one year marriage anniversary, I paid for Yuliya to go spend a month with her parents in Omsk (on a Advance Parole document).

Soon after she came back from that trip, we moved to a different city. I took evening classes, and Yuliya was back to spending long days at home alone by herself. Her mood swings were back in force.
She was starting to miss her parents  - and her active social life back in Omsk - terribly again. During the month she was in Omsk, she told her mother and Grand-Mother everything about our marriage. Her mother encouraged her to go back to me, while her Grand-mother told her this marriage was not strong and that I did not love her.
Remember what I said before about the influence of a mother / Grand-mother on a young RW who is not strong enough to have an opinion of her own?

Just about the same time, I found-out a lot more information about Uterus Fibroids. As it turns-out, that Gynecologist we saw before was not a specialist in this kind of advanced conditions and was wrong. In the big majority of cases, the woman with Uterus Fibroids can never become pregnant.

And so that was the secret Yulia hid from me all those years.

For various different reasons that I won't get into now, we separated and lived in different cities. Yuliya always resisted my desire for her to find a job, and so I found myself paying two rents plus her costs of living in that other city.

All of that was starting to weigh heavily on me and - by then - I had already started corresponding with a new RW (Ksenia, from Yekaterinburg).
One day, during one of our long phone conversations while we were living separately, on a crazy impulse and in a fit of anger, I just snapped and told Yuliya to go back to Omsk.

A few months later, I arranged for us to meet at Sheremetyevo airport in August of 2006. I gave her a suitcase that contained all of her clothes and personal belongings. It was the first time I see her after six months of separation. She had lost weight and looked as attractive as ever. We took together the minibus to Domedodovo airport. We looked into each other's eyes. Deep inside, we - somehow - still had strong tender feelings for each other. She had sensed that there was another RW already in my life, she asked me what was her name, I declined to say. We hugged, and I whispered into her ear: "Good luck Yuliya". She answered, holding back her tears, "You too". I headed towards my flight to Yekaterinburg and she waited behind for her flight to Omsk.
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I will maybe get into Ksenia's story later on, but for now, let me just say things did not work-out. I and Yuliya still wrote to each other the occasional email. We were still officially married. She knew exactly why I was mad at her, but NEVER offered an apology. In one of my emails, I alluded vaguely to the possibility of adopting a child from a Russian orphanage, she did not react in one way or another. About 1.5 months after her return to Omsk, she wrote to me that she was seeing a RM.

One year in court battling my AW wife had taught me a LOT about how courts work. In may of 2007 I filed my own divcorce petition in court and within 30 days I had in my hand a divorce decree from Yuliya.
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[Misha]

Through the translator, Yuliya's mother - in a very soft voice - said: "I ask only one thing from you, and this is as a mother talking to a father: if things do not work-out between you and Yuliya, just be kind enough to pay for her one-way ticket back to Omsk.
In shock, I paused for a few seconds. In a matter of 1 - 2 seconds, a lot of thoughts went through my head:
- First of all, why would she have any fear that I could possibly leave Yuliya stranded in America with no money or a flight back home? Is that just a mother being too worrisome? Does she mis-trust me so much that she would fear me acting in such a cowardly fashion (I don't think so, there's no reason for her to think in this way), or... has Yuliya had boyfriends in the past who treated her like so?
- Then... why is she assuming things could go wrong?

Looking back we can say that she had accurately appraised your character and decency and understood what her daughter was getting into with you 

My paranoia kicked-in for a few seconds

Yes, paranoia is a good way to express it. You clearly have issues with trust and assume the worst of others. You must be judging people based on how you would act under a given circumstance and expect from others the worst as the worst is what you would give.

On the way home from the airport, Yuliya sat in the back seat, my mother in the Passenger seat.

So you pick up your wife at the airport with your mother, and you put your wife in the back seat? Hmmmm......

This was the first I'd seen Yuliya in more than a year and a half and I kept glancing at her in my rear mirror. She looked tired, weary, a bit distant and cold. Different from her warm, tender and loving nature.

Normal people with a developed sense of empathy would have thought jet lag, exhaustion from spending close to 24 hours traveling, and your first reaction is "distant and cold"?

Yuliya was under pressure from her mother and Grand-Mother to do the same: marry a RM and forget about that nonsense of going to America to be with a man she barely knows.

Looking back, they were right.

I was - again - infuriated to hear that story from her. What the f***k?? is telling such a story also in the secret User Manual they distribute over there to the girls??

This belief in a "secret" manual, is it an expression of your paranoia, the paranoia that you confessed a bit earlier?

But it was too late now. I was falling for her (all over again), she was already here after a very long wait and a lot of expenses, and the sex was just too good

So, other than sex, is it possible for you to have any emotions for women?

After 2 months, I sat her down and talked to her calmly. I was starting to get tired myself of her mood swings and her long periods of silence, which is completely contratry to her friendly and outgoing personality.

Again, somewhat with a minimum of empathy would have thought culture shock and homesickness.

Her mother encouraged her to go back to me, while her Grand-mother told her this marriage was not strong and that I did not love her.

Well, I am concluding the same thing as babushka simply by reading your post.

Remember what I said before about the influence of a mother / Grand-mother on a young RW who is not strong enough to have an opinion of her own?

Sharing an opinion is not the same as having influence. Clearly, the mother and the grandmother had little influence as the daughter/granddaughter married you and returned to you in spite of their advice, which was in this case good advice.

Just about the same time, I found-out a lot more information about Uterus Fibroids. As it turns-out, that Gynecologist we saw before was not a specialist in this kind of advanced conditions and was wrong. In the big majority of cases, the woman with Uterus Fibroids can never become pregnant.

And so that was the secret Yulia hid from me all those years.

Again, your paranoia about keeping secrets. Why do you assume that she was keeping a secret? Why do you think she was fully aware of her medical condition? YOU assume that she was keeping a secret, while in reality she could have been completely oblivious to her medical condition.

One day, during one of our long phone conversations while we were living separately, on a crazy impulse and in a fit of anger, I just snapped and told Yuliya to go back to Omsk.

Well, the fact that she listened to you says more about her than you. Just reading between the lines, I conclude that she (for whatever reason) cared about you in spite of your paranoia. The fact that she did not find a boyfriend during those six months and that she returned to Russia is a strong indicator to me that she was waiting for you to come to your senses. All told, I can only conclude that she was a decent woman.

She knew exactly why I was mad at her, but NEVER offered an apology.

What was she supposed to apologize for? Your paranoia?

[Shadow]

First of all you kept her waiting for 18 months without a visit. No wonder she was not expecting you to get her a flight.
Second, her condition, Uterine Fibroids only very rarely leads to infertility.
Third, your love for her was gone because of not being able to have children ? Seems like a very small base for life partnership.

[Simoni]

Her younger sister had married a RM and Yuliya was under pressure from her mother and Grand-Mother to do the same: marry a RM and forget about that nonsense of going to America to be with a man she barely knows.

This was exactly my experience with Marina's mother. She did NOT want her little girl marrying an American man.  But the more she pushed her toward UM, the more Marina wanted to do things her way.  Thus, it was a counterproductive move by my future MIL.

On the same topic, most of Marina's aunts and cousins were supportive of our marriage.  Some friends were too, but most were not.

This is a good post with lots of info for newbies and for those facing an adjustment period for their wife as she moves to a foreign country.

Guys-- don't throw the baby out with the bath water.  There is much to learn here.

It is good to read posts with an open mind, rather that just dismissing anything someone says because you disagree with something they said in the past...

[GoodOlBoy]

....Uterine Fibroids only very rarely leads to infertility......

So what is your diagnosis Dr. Shadow ? 

Is SexTourist, Porno Pike, a.k.a. Albert "shooting blanks" ?   :evil:

I sure hope so, we don't need any little "ones" like ST, PP, Albert running around "poking" the little girls!


GOB

[Shadow]

So what is your diagnosis Dr. Shadow ? 

Is SexTourist, Porno Pike, a.k.a. Albert "shooting blanks" ?   :evil:

I sure hope so, we don't need any little "ones" like ST, PP, Albert running around "poking" the little girls!


GOB

On his next trip to Russia, Mr ST should report to FIL Shadow for thorough examination. 
Shooting blanks would explain his 'needs' as natural compensation.

Actually I just googled the disease mentioned to verify the diagnosis of ST.

[Gator]

Mr. Sex Tourist,

For marrying a stranger, you seem lucky in the sense that Yulia gave a good faith effort to make her marriage work.  She had to be going through hell - no friends, no transportation, staying at home alone most of the day, not understanding English, and married to a horn dog.  She tried to make it work, yet you gave up on her within a year and started writing RW again.   YOU ARE A PRINCE OF A MAN.

ST, when you started this thread I expected some major sexploits, and now we see that your sexual history is rather mundane.  What you need to confess is your lack of commitment.  For marriage to work, both people must be committed.  In contrast, you never worked for Yulia's love.  You spent a week with her (a week in which there could be no serious conversations because of her weak English) and proposed,  then delayed marriage for 18 months.  This is not building a relationship.  This is a layaway plan.

I imagine that you never stopped looking at marriage agency girls, even when Yulia arrived.  You are nothing more than a male slut. 

The grass is rarely greener on the other side of the fence,  In fact, Yulia may have been the greenest grass that you will ever see.   She needed love and understanding and support and a friend - you gave her very little of these. 

So what happened in 2006-2008?  You tried your same crap, except now the RW are wiser.  Are you still searching?   If so, what will you do differently this time?  Unless you change your ways, I expect that you will die in hell as a lonely man, a state that you would have earned and deserved.

[SilverBUllet]

Looking back we can say that she had accurately appraised your character and decency and understood what her daughter was getting into with you 

Yes, paranoia is a good way to express it. You clearly have issues with trust and assume the worst of others. You must be judging people based on how you would act under a given circumstance and expect from others the worst as the worst is what you would give.

So you pick up your wife at the airport with your mother, and you put your wife in the back seat? Hmmmm......

Normal people with a developed sense of empathy would have thought jet lag, exhaustion from spending close to 24 hours traveling, and your first reaction is "distant and cold"?

Looking back, they were right.

This belief in a "secret" manual, is it an expression of your paranoia, the paranoia that you confessed a bit earlier?

So, other than sex, is it possible for you to have any emotions for women?

Again, somewhat with a minimum of empathy would have thought culture shock and homesickness.

Well, I am concluding the same thing as babushka simply by reading your post.

Sharing an opinion is not the same as having influence. Clearly, the mother and the grandmother had little influence as the daughter/granddaughter married you and returned to you in spite of their advice, which was in this case good advice.

Again, your paranoia about keeping secrets. Why do you assume that she was keeping a secret? Why do you think she was fully aware of her medical condition? YOU assume that she was keeping a secret, while in reality she could have been completely oblivious to her medical condition.

Well, the fact that she listened to you says more about her than you. Just reading between the lines, I conclude that she (for whatever reason) cared about you in spite of your paranoia. The fact that she did not find a boyfriend during those six months and that she returned to Russia is a strong indicator to me that she was waiting for you to come to your senses. All told, I can only conclude that she was a decent woman.

What was she supposed to apologize for? Your paranoia?

Misha, a god observation and well said! Are there any hopes for men like that? How many K1 visas will there be for this guy? I hope he is aware of that the new immigration law is now placing a limit on this activity. Bringing his mother to the airport, and with his wife to be placed in the back seat of the car. Perhaps he is a limo driver? SB

[SilverBUllet]

SexTourist, You are a sick person. You need professional help. 

[SexTourist]

I am curious what the message of your culminating claim will contain. 

Iamgine...

Imagine a room where a group of men meet every day to chat. They don't know each other personally. Only by pseudo-names and snippets of their personal lives they share sometimes. The group is constantly changing. Some stay, some leave. Some new people come-in, look around and then decide to either stay for a little while longer or leave immediately. Those who leave may or may not come back. The audience is constantly changing.

A tape recorder is in the corner of the room, on a table, recording every sound in the room. The recorder never runs out of tape. New members who join can rewind the tape and listen to everything that was said before.

One day, a Total Stranger walks into the room.

Let's call him "TS" for short, which is actually the reverse spelling of "ST", which stands for "Sex Tourist".

TS grabs a chair and sits down. Everyone in the room stops talking for a second to take a look at this Total Stranger. TS jumps on the opportunity of the momentary silence and starts to talk. He knows no-one in the audience and no-one has ever seen him before.

TS starts to confess to his sins and mistakes.

TS tells about his travels to far-away lands, about love stories he's been through, about women and foreign people he's met. Women he's taken advantage of, and women who've taken advantage of him. He touches on taboos and subjects that seem to make some people in the audience un-comfortable. He sounds condescending and arrogant; pretends to be a know-it-all smart guy. Just like everyone else in the room, TS chooses what stories and events to tell, and keeps others hidden in the deep dark corners of his memories.
Yet... TS is un-apologetic, he goes on with his stories.

Some in the audience get-up and leave silently. Some protest. Some call him names and ask that he be kicked-out of the room and finally, some stay just to watch the whole spectacle unfold and be amused.
Still, TS goes on with his absurd stories.
The audience is still constantly changing, but is actually growing in number. Comments are made, insults are hurled, questions are asked...

TS suddenly stops talking, stands-up.

Like a sinner who's just had an audience with the priest in a confessional, TS heads - head bowing down - to the door, exits the room and quietly closes the door behind himself; never to be seen or heard from again.

[LEGAL]

       

[GoodOlBoy]

exits the room and quietly closes the door behind himself; never to be seen or heard from again.

AHHHH.......SexTourist don't go away mad....JUST GO AWAY!!  :evil:



GOB

[Vaughn]

I didn't lend enough attention to this thread to be offended. I found it boring, and was
surprised this morning to see to it had grown to six pages.

Circular file it.

[vwrw]

       

Legal, what is so hilarious you have discerned in this thread?

[vwrw]

Iamgine...

Imagine a room where a group of men meet every day to chat. They don't know each other personally. Only by pseudo-names and snippets of their personal lives they share sometimes. The group is constantly changing. Some stay, some leave. Some new people come-in, look around and then decide to either stay for a little while longer or leave immediately. Those who leave may or may not come back. The audience is constantly changing.

A tape recorder is in the corner of the room, on a table, recording every sound in the room. The recorder never runs out of tape. New members who join can rewind the tape and listen to everything that was said before.

One day, a Total Stranger walks into the room.

Let's call him "TS" for short, which is actually the reverse spelling of "ST", which stands for "Sex Tourist".

TS grabs a chair and sits down. Everyone in the room stops talking for a second to take a look at this Total Stranger. TS jumps on the opportunity of the momentary silence and starts to talk. He knows no-one in the audience and no-one has ever seen him before.

TS starts to confess to his sins and mistakes.

TS tells about his travels to far-away lands, about love stories he's been through, about women and foreign people he's met. Women he's taken advantage of, and women who've taken advantage of him. He touches on taboos and subjects that seem to make some people in the audience un-comfortable. He sounds condescending and arrogant; pretends to be a know-it-all smart guy. Just like everyone else in the room, TS chooses what stories and events to tell, and keeps others hidden in the deep dark corners of his memories.
Yet... TS is un-apologetic, he goes on with his stories.

Some in the audience get-up and leave silently. Some protest. Some call him names and ask that he be kicked-out of the room and finally, some stay just to watch the whole spectacle unfold and be amused.
Still, TS goes on with his absurd stories.
The audience is still constantly changing, but is actually growing in number. Comments are made, insults are hurled, questions are asked...

TS suddenly stops talking, stands-up.

Like a sinner who's just had an audience with the priest in a confessional, TS heads - head bowing down - to the door, exits the room and quietly closes the door behind himself; never to be seen or heard from again.

Well, thanks to your vivid depiction I have imagined the room and the activity occurring in it and the TS……….So what? What is the point you want us to understand ?  Why do you need to express  your idea by so vague hints ?

If the TS chooses what stories and events to tell, and keeps others hidden in the deep dark corners of his memories, then what he is doing is NOT a confession, but an attempt to manipulate readers’ sentiments.

If you were aware that you were talking in condescending and arrogant manner , then why did you  prefer to  sound as condescending and arrogant ? 

[Gator]

Like a sinner who's just had an audience with the priest in a confessional, TS heads - head bowing down - to the door, exits the room and quietly closes the door behind himself; never to be seen or heard from again.

You have confessed to some dishonorable deeds.  You feel your shame.  Now what?

Although confessing your mistakes is a good start, you have more work to do.  What did you learn about yourself and what will you do differently in the future?   Care to comment, or do you choose to hide in your room and fantasize about scammer girls?

[Simoni]

Am I the only one here who sees this as pure fiction?

Funny to see so many people upset at events that never occurred....

except in the imagination of the clever ST writer 

[Gator]

Am I the only one here who sees this as pure fiction?

Pure fiction?  No.  Embellished?  Absolutely yes.

It could not be pure fiction because there was too much of what Groovlstk intelligently detected, "If you read closely, behind the sarcasm there is a huge amount of sorrow, cynicism, and shame."   

Man on the rebound and in a mid-life crisis goes to Russia to discover the story about Russian women.  That lead has been repeated a million times.  Unlike the most (?) of us who sought something higher called emotional connection, Mr. Sex Tourist focused on the joy of flesh, falling victim to his dark compulsions.  His answers to my questions were almost chilling. 

He started this to annoy us by ridiculing us and the women in our lives, yet he failed.  I believed some of his story is embellished because he fantasizes about what he does not have rather than embrace reality.  Even with embellishment, his sexploits were not notable nor numerous.  The emptiness in his heart was sad. 

If fiction, why the correspondence with scammers?  That sidestory would take some effort to fabricate including actual correspondence.

Let us assume it is fiction.  Who would write it?  We can make some crazy guesses.  If written by a RWD member, perhaps the member has lived some of this and felt the same compusions.  Perhaps he is a member locked in a sorrowful relationship, even marriage, that he regrets and is retracing how he got there.   It seems too wild to be true.  Could it have been written by Pike/Albert?  Maybe except styles are not the same (a good writer would purposefully change styles), the ages differ, Pike never married, and Pike's/Albert's sexploits put Mr. ST in the minor leagues. 

So Simoni, who would write it?  Somebody with too much time on their hands.

[Makkin]

  I enjoy a good read and that was a good one indeed.

  (a) Intelligent writer

  (b) Experience with subject knowledge

  (c) Humor combined with humility and openminded thought

  (d) Abilty to raise eyebrows and gather emotional distress from various members

  (e) Easily drew Gator into many thought processes without him realizing it

  (f) Lastly he said what he wanted to without following a proxy here. He went were there was no trail and made a path.

  Good Job "ST"

Makkin

[SilverBUllet]

  I enjoy a good read and that was a good one indeed.

  (a) Intelligent writer     

  (b) Experience with subject knowledge   

  (c) Humor combined with humility and openminded thought   

  (d) Abilty to raise eyebrows and gather emotional distress from various members   :selfharm:

  (e) Easily drew Gator into many thought processes without him realizing it   :ohbrother:

  (f) Lastly he said what he wanted to without following a proxy here. He went were there was no trail and made a path.   

  Good Job "ST"   

Makkin

[Simoni]

Pure fiction?  No.  Embellished?  Absolutely yes.

I didn't say the writer was inexperienced in the fsu and the dating scene for AM there.  Note that all books of  fiction begin with the "disclaimer"

     This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, and incidents are a product of the author's
     imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons or events
     is purely coincidental.

The writer reversed the norm here, saying that events that were in reality fiction were true and actual.  Then he proceeded to "have fun with us," even encouraging  outrage by the reading audience.

So Simoni, who would write it?  Somebody with too much time on their hands.

Gator, writer's write because they have to.    It is a release for them.  Like an addiction of smoking or booze, they can't help themselves.  You see the same addiction to writing in the posters here who have over 3,000 posts.

Who would write it?  It might surprise you.   The usual suspects of Albert or Pike?  Perhaps.  An agency owner or tour leader who wants to flame the fires of passion in newbies so they will "get on the plane?"  Perhaps.  Or more likely, a sheep in our midst...a married guy who seems to lead a normal, fulfilled life, who releases his innermost fantasies in the ST chronicles.

[Simoni]

Like a sinner who's just had an audience with the priest in a confessional, TS heads - head bowing down - to the door, exits the room and quietly closes the door behind himself; never to be seen or heard from again.

It was George Burns who famously said "all you need in life is a good exit line."

Well crafted closing, ST.

Brilliant.

[Gator]

I enjoy a good read and that was a good one indeed.

(c) Humor combined with humility and openminded thought

I failed to see humor.  IMO it was BLACK COMEDY.

(e) Easily drew Gator into many thought processes without him realizing it

I had two choices:  read this or read the "dialogue of the deaf" aka "TR photos, yes or no."

What drew me initially once I got past the title of the thread was the fact that Mr. ST and I shared the same beginning (his first trip was 2001 and mine 2002, rebounding from a recent divorce, two kids, etc.).  Nothing special yet enough similarity to read further. 

In the first couple of days of my first FSU trip in 2002 I came to a crossroads.  One path was the one Mr. ST took.  It would have been easy to follow.  I took the other path, the higher road if you will. 

Why did Mr. ST choose the low road?  On the low road he met some unsavory women (as he described them) and only a couple of good women.   He felt shame and never felt the joy of love.

On the high road, essentially every woman I met treated me well as I did them.  They were interesting, spirited, forthright, embracive as well as pretty.  I felt many positive emotions, so strong as to make me give up an active life as a bachelor.

How many men take the low road, not because that is what they intended in the beginning but because of  something else?  What is that "something else?"

There could have been more discussion of this.  Is that something else sexual addiction as Mr. ST implies?  Or is it some unresolved past history that makes Mr. ST not trust, not commit, etc.  Or did he get what he deserved simply because he is immature and treats women as objects?

[Makkin]

Gator,

  One may never know if he is serious but it appears clearly that his writing process is serious and entertaining to some.

   Your opinions are yours and in regards to his maturity and such things it may come as a surprise that he is more mature than most of us in varying degrees?


   I don't entirely understand the mode people take here sometimes. It's as if a fear of sorts drives them to define themselves and seperate themselves from other members as to show maturity level and such? I'm sure we should be like children at times and to savor the lives we live and remember our journies as to organize ourselves yes?


   My friend always tells me when I'm in a hurry to slow down and taste the food I eat and I listen. It makes a great difference in my life to savor every second and every little thing in this thing called life. It appears "ST" has done well in this process in one form or the other and I applaud that.


  Simoni,

   I think "ST" has the ability to be a great writer if he is not already? I would regard your opinion very highly in this?

Makkin

[OlgaH]

Addicted to sex with Russian women...

Why to sex exactly with Russian women?    May be because... 

Yes the devochkas are VERY beautiful in the FSU, that is shure. Thin and sexy (the legs of FSU girls are just ), and they care how they look.

I prefer RW over others because I like their Slavic features. Their accent is sexy too, especially when they say "I vant you".

  I hope my wife's beautiful accent never fades. It's so sexy and music to my ears. In the dark of the evening and we're laying side by side that accent touches my very soul. I can make love to her for hours.

I read a post in here the other day about someone waking their girl up and getting a mouthful over the phone.  I had a different experience when I woke one of my girls up on the weekend and spent the next hour amazed at how sexy a Russian woman sounds while waking... purring... stretching...  sighing...  giggling...

There's also this aura about her that I can only describe as extremely sexy, and I think you find this with many FSU women. 

I consider myself very fortunate to have met so many beautiful Russian woman over the last 10 years or so. Each one was not only physically beautiful,  they were charming, intelligent, lovable, sexy as anyone could ever dream and also mentally stimulating and a challenge!!

RW look sexy in fur coats.