Kharkiv was a destination created from my online chat with an agency purporting to have eligible ladies wanting to meet me. Even now, I am not 100% sure it is a scam, although I am sure something was going on and the ladies are probably in on it for a free lunch (or dinner). Gullible American men were the target of the dating agency,
and I was pleased to have avoided being taken in, with no options. One of the agency services was to pick you up and transport you around -
In my case, my meticulous planning and security mindedness meant I’d found a lady on a forum website and employed her as a guide and translator, who also offered me an apartment, all for a really good price.
So, the plan was to meet at least three of the ladies with whom I had been writing (allegedly) via the agency. With the help of my guide and her husband, I would also get some site seeing in as well, including the metro.
I had arranged to go to the office and took my guide with me. At the door Sergey discussed with my guide the procedure and told her to go away!
I paid for one meeting with one of the ladies. She was supposed to be a Nurse. The agency
take care of everything including attending the dinner at a restaurant of their choice, which luckily was just up the street -
The lady seemed nice, but slightly more rotund than her photo. She wore a very nice coat, but I think it’s fur was not fake if you get my drift. She also seemed not to have much awareness of anything that we had been
chatting about. I’d got a small sample bottle of her “favourite” perfume, but when she opened the gift it appeared as if she had no idea why I’d given it. All the while, translation was via the 3rd party. We had a pretty nice meal and it wasn’t too expensive.
The evening ended with her giving me the brush off about meeting again or chatting online.
After that episode, I decided not to proceed with the second date, although this lady had been allegedly the keener of the two and even at the end, I still could not confirm this was a scam agency although there were some dodgy dealings, they had followed through and I’d met a lady who looked similar to the photo. Whether she was just a stooge who got paid to go on dinner dates with gullible American men, myself being the exception, or
it was genuine, we’ll never know for sure. There were some more dodgy websites according to the forum I’d joined. No one could confirm or deny my agency and to this day it still runs.
My guide told sergey (he spoke good english too) that I didn’t think the lady was real, if she was she could contact me
via email without the agency intervention and if she did I might consider a date (and paying the fee for this service).
Of course I got an email and my guide did some translating and replying to the message with if she’s genuine she can meet me somewhere public. She eventually made excuses about the
fact that she had to go through the agency etc etc.
Needless to say I didn’t get to meet her. My guide did introduce me to two ladies, because she also did introductions -
The first one had no spark attached and in any case she decided not to go ahead. We had a good evening though, and were chaperoned by my guide who did the translating too.
The second introduction was to a lady who clearly was desperately seeking a foreigner and was very nice but did not have the spark. What I thought was a lunch date turned into a full day of site seeing (the local dolphinarium) followed by a walk in the park, and dinner at the same restaurant (photo above). I have to say the food was delicious and reasonably priced.
Probably around 9-
At some point in the week I got bored and decided to go walk about, alone. This was caused by my guide and husband coming for me towards the afternoon and I would return evening time. The morning was wasted as far as being in the Ukraine, yet I had no transport and the apartment was a distance from the centre. Having done
the metro I had a rough idea and confirmed the number of stops by using the internet. I knew the station was close because we drove by it every day. I hadn’t taken into account the distance on foot and the time it takes to walk. It wasn’t cold but if you’re out for a while it goes right through you.
I eventually got to the metro, boarded the train going the right way, and counted the stops and my objective was to get to the square and park we’d visited shortly before and perhaps the restaurant. I hoped to get there and then call my guide telling her to meet me, instead of going to the apartment.
Coming out of the metro I was disoriented and not sure where I was -
In the end I stopped at a Market and had to admit defeat. I phoned my guide and she sent her husband in the car to pick me up. She told me how stupid I was walking on my own etc. I was soooo cold! I also couldn’t walk much more and there was no way I could have got back to the metro.
As it turned out I was very close to the restaurant compared to the metro but no cigar, and the square was just a little further in the other direction; if you imagine I’d gone 10 oclock and the square was 2 oclock. Even worse, the restaurant was 12 oclock and literally just up the side road.
I’d had a really good time although the dream of an eastern European lady was not to be. I went home with fond memories planning my next trip.