He explained that he had intended to meet four other ladies but he dropped that plan when he met the first lady, Olya. I can't say his story was entirely illogical because after seeing her photos and listening to his description of his time with her, it was quite possible that he'd found a high quality lady, if not his soul mate.However, I still remained skeptical and soon forgot about Bill and his hopes for starting a family with his exotic Russian bride, Olya.
After shaking Bill's hand and getting a friendly kiss on the cheek from Olya, we parted ways with the promise to not be such strangers.
It did not take long for me to seek out Bill's advice on how I too could find a Russian bride like Olya.
Not only was Bill helpful but Olya too was very excited that I had endorsed the concept of meeting Russian brides.
For starters, she looked even more beautiful than the photos Bill had shown me three years ago.
And with all due respect to Bill, he is an average looking man at best.
Even more surprising than her beauty was that she was all over Bill, holding his arm, hugging him, giving him little kisses on the cheek from time to time.To use a baseball metaphor, it appeared that Bill had hit himself a grand slam.In 2008 my good friend Joe, his friend Bill and I met for lunch at our health club complex.Joe explained that Bill had been trying to talk him into joining him on a trip to Russia.The goal, that Bill would find true love in the former USSR and bring his "beauty" back to the U. I am sure I gave Joe a look that communicated that I thought his friend was desperately pursuing a pipe dream. Skeptical, I asked if he was really going to go through with it.At the time I had never heard of Russian dating or Russian brides. However, keeping to his plan, Bill did visit Russia and came back with pictures of a lady named Olya, a lady to whom he had promised to bring back to the U. But it was clear from the way his face lit up when he spoke of her that he was indeed going to marry the lady.