I
didn't do it nor would I. Why would a little tart like the one above
have anything to do with me except to gain admittance into the US
then become an American citizen? But I heard a story the other day
about some one who did.
“I
know a guy who tried it, used to visit me at times when I was in
Manomet. They guy was 41, particularity obese, not very good looking
and had had nothing but bad luck with women ever since he was a teen.
Hmm...already past 40 and getting desperate, you see that a lot!”
“He
became a true believer in “Svetlana,” a Russian girl he found on
the internet site and had corresponded with for over three months. I
saw her picture, she was 20, hot and spoke about this much English.”
(He was holding his finger and thumb about a millimeter away from
one another to make the point). Да, я очень люблю
тебя!! Diyava! I love you many much!” he says in a bad
Russian girl accent.
“Scott
paid the fees, the airline tickets and everything else that was
needed to ship her over here. I was guessing it was about $4,000 when
it was all tallied up, but he was determined and believed that she
would be the girl for him.”
So
before Scott had pulled the trigger, B. asks him, “Do you think
there might be a small possibility that she's totally conning you?”
“Oh
NO! She's the real thing! I've emailed her many, many times, she's
always asking about ME, so interested in what I do, where I work, my
home...all about ME!”
“Uh
huh” B says. “Who typed the emails if she knows 15 words of
English?” He let that question hang in the air.
So
Svetlana lands at Logan, and she is the real thing apparently. 20
years old, eager and pretty. She was nothing but authentic, hot danger for any man by
the way she walked. He takes her to his home in Carver and settles
her in. Within a week, they were married by a justice of the peace
after she complains that living as a singles couple was “shameless”
and against her Russian Orthodox religion.
“B.
it's perfect! She's like a 1950's wife! Cooks, cleans and is she a
tornado in bed! It's the best four grand I ever spent!'
B.
answers. “Well, Scott, I'm glad you finally found the one.” What
could he say but nice little white lies to not burst this bubble? Why
get involved?
Scott
worked off 128 at one of those bio-med companies you see all along
the road there. One day, he's called to the lobby and there waiting
for him is a Massachusetts State Sheriff.
“You
Scott De'Lorren....” asks the Sheriff?
“Yes”
Scott answers.
“You've
been served.” says the Sheriff as he shoves a thick envelope into
Scott's hands.
After
plowing through all the legalese, Scott realizes this is a petition
for divorce initiated by Svetlana. They had been married five months.
“Irreconcilable differences” was the accusation. Svetlana was
already an American citizen by then. It seemed that she had learned
just enough English to study American divorce law while in her home
town of Smolensk...or at least knew someone who did.
Scott
begged and pleaded but Svetlana would have none of it. Within some
pretty quick order, they were divorced. Scott, still stinging from it
all, hires a private detective to find out where she ended up. He
couldn't let go just yet .
She
had moved to White Plains, outside of NYC and was living in the extra
bedroom of another Russian wife, who was married and doing pretty
well. Svetlana in short order found a man closer to her age, a lawyer
and the two were steadily headed for marriage.
B.
who is “sort of” consoling Scott over all of this once it was
clear Svetlana was never coming back says, “Scott. Did you really
think that a cute 20 year old was going to fall for a guy like you?
C'mon, have you LOOKED in the mirror?” This was rather cruel but it
was sharp reality slap to him. “You were a lonely sap and here
comes this sex kitten....god, you bit that hook, line and sinker!”
Moral
of the story? Hell, do I have to tell you?
