Aw, long story, plan.
Around mid 1990s I was just starting to emerge from the financial disaster of my divorce and could project I'd be OK financially in the future. But I still dealt with the blues, self esteem issues, bitter memories and I decided I had to get my personal life in order. Regularly rejected by attractive American women, I decided I would set about an international search in an organized manner. For some reason, I felt more secure speaking with foreigners. (In back of it, I knew I might not be desired by some, but I would always be at least "interesting" as a foreigner who dressed decently and was attentive and polite and stayed at nice hotels) And so it was.
This was all pre-email. I started simply by writing letters to women who put their names out to agencies. Just that. Some answered, usually excited. I budgeted myself to two international "meet" trips per year with an "A" interest and a "B" if "A" feel apart. Yes, I'd get rejected, but now I was being dumped by a whole better class of dames -- and the "B" prospects were, for the most part also very nice. I tried to prevent disappointing anyone by telling everyone from the git-go that I would make no decisions that trip but promised to write some more after my trip was over so we could both think some more. (And I DID write.... but, sad to say, I regret I probably disappointed two gals anyway.) In dating there's just no escaping feeling ashamed at times. I also tried to plan side activities if my meetings all went terribly wrong. (Salvaging a disaster of a trip.) I planned scuba diving, deep sea fishing and museum visits, shopping for artifacts, but rarely wound up doing any of those things
When I met Adri, my search was over. (Small town girl, pretty, decent family, struggling economically, Christians. There's something very seductive about being amid a large family who all think you're terrific! (WHO -- I'd ask -- WILL EVER BE AS GOOD AS SHE IS?) I traveled two more times, but both just to visit with her. Had BIG issues at home: fights with my elderly father and my teenage daughter (tears & weeping) and my sister and ex-wife (warnings and threats!) over marrying her, but I wed her anyway.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.