True Love

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?