After two grueling flights, I arrived in Kiev Wednesday, August 8(pronounced almost belligerently as Keev) at 9 AM. I was met by two employees of the marriage broker, a boy and a girl, the girl spoke English.
I was taken to their office and sat with the lovely, slender boss; Nadia who is married . Jamie, the expat, was away for a few days.
While we were conversing in walked two older men. They sat down near enough to me that I felt my inner space being violated. With almost no sleep for days, I didn't need this.
However, a mini miracle: Amazingly, the nearest man, Tom lives in Santa Monica, three miles from me. This was his fifth trip to Kiev, part of his annual trek around the world.
The other man was Barry, an American who lives in Costa Rico. Tom told me later that Barry was quite disturbed, having lost his wife of 37 years. Barry was looking for a wife like I am. Not helping the matter was that his luggage was lost. Tom worried that Barry was buried in a miserable depression. Tom felt the need to cheer him up. This guy Tom is something else.
Tom's sidekick and constant traveling companion Mike was back at the hotel. Mike, the eldest of the group, has his own amazing history.
Tom's history is incredible. He's financially comfortable He's banged women all over the world. He's banged women with his pal, Clint Eastwood. He's hung out with Sinatra and Jilly and more.
I believe him. He showed me clippings of his impressive history operating private clubs all over the country among other successful events he's promoted.
This unlikely encounter in one of a thousands of offices, at that exact time still blows my mind. There must be some cosmic reason for our meeting.
Later at midnight I met the Mike and Tom at "River Palace", a disco, casino, restaurant and...more.
Barry had a date arranged through the marriage broker. A 38 year old unemployed doctor, a beauty he later told us.
There's another room at the River Palace with live music. This place is home to at least two hundred stunning, beautiful, Ukrainian "working girls," dressed to the nines...make that the tens. I spotted a nipple...
Not a virgin in sight. When I said I was looking for a wife, they scattered like people do when I sit down to play the piano.
I played blackjack and lost $140. Tom won about the same. Tom wanted to chastise me but he held it in, probably because he barely knew me at this point. Mike won a little. I was constantly dazzled by beauty everywhere I looked.
Tom also has a "pitch" for the non working beauties. More on this later...
Through Tom I met the manager, a smooth, married, urbane Irishman named Joe Maguire. We took an instant liking to each other.
Through Tom I also acquired a great apartment for $55 per night, I dumped the old, non air conditioned dump that the marriage agency had arranged for me for $70 per nite.
We had dinner there at 1 AM. Joe the manager arranged us a taxi back to the center where my apartment and their hotel are located.
We planned to meet the next day for lunch at 4:pm.
I'll close now exhausted, but overjoyed to met these fellow Americans.
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