Married abroad, or Happiness can smile to everyone!

The most "stupid" films I've always considered romantic melodramas, especially about women of "Balzac" age, who easily found their happiness in the face of a positive and rich man! Well, where, tell me, you saw rich men 45-55 years old, who chose women of their "age category" for wives, and not young beauties who came to conquer the capital?

On the contrary, Russian men, just getting rich, immediately change their first, as if they are supposed to marry the long-legged "Miss Apatity"!

But my faithful friend firmly decided to marry me, though, being a fan of the Internet, I decided to do it in a very peculiar way - I began to look for marriage agencies that guarantee acquaintance with foreigners and registered me on one of such resources. Judging by the site, it was quite a respectable marriage agency, which managed to bring together many couples.

The first letter came to me in a week. One thing - from a German citizen - I immediately rejected him: what can you do, the memory of a heroically dead grandfather who would have turned over in a coffin, did not let me correspond with Hans! Yes, and I did not like it externally, despite the presence of a house near Munich and a good car.

Then came another couple of letters, from the "not hooked" me grooms, so after two or three letters, I turned off correspondence, knowing that they do not so much need a wife as a free psychologist!

But gradually I took five letters from men with whom I was really interested to communicate, so we even switched to the level of "Skype".

As I understood, international acquaintances usually face one problem - a language barrier, but all men could speak English. To me, of course, it was hard, but nothing - with the help of vocabulary, gestures and a meager set of words, I somehow got used to communicate with them, gradually improving and my English. To be honest, at that moment I did not even think that foreign acquaintances could lead to marriage, it was just now that the evenings did not seem empty and boring - I came home, opened a computer and moved to another world ... In a world where normal, well-off men live, And not like my neighbor who, in a day, beats his wife, in peace, with normal medical care, into a world where a woman should not "pull on herself" the whole house ... I got to know him in absentia, asking my new acquaintances, Viewing their photos and even listening to them with Living conditions.

After a couple of months, we decided to move to a new level - the marriage agency organized the arrival of men to Moscow, and in such a way that they do not "intersect" with each other.

Of course, personal communication and communication in Skype are two big differences, as they say in Odessa!

To begin with, I did not like the two candidates. One was far from as generous as it seemed from the stories. No, understand, I did not expect from him a million red roses and a cabriolet in addition, but for dinner in an inexpensive restaurant he could also invite me? But instead we walked around Moscow and photographed - the potential "groom" did not even ask me if I wanted to eat, and at the end of the walk I did not think to bring me home! At the same time, he is a poor man, he can not: he stopped at a cheap hotel and was well dressed, especially since he flew from Holland to the business class.

The second man I did not like purely outwardly. In "Skype" I saw his face, in photos he also seemed sporty and fit. A completely different person came to meet me - some loose, untidy and too verbose. It was hard for me to communicate with him, so I did not agree to further relations.

But the other three liked me - nice men, in general, not the grooms, but a dream, so the days with them flew by like one instant. Unfortunately, I still could not make my choice in favor of one of them - I'm not a girl, I'm 43 years old, and I've repeatedly made mistakes in my life to make hasty conclusions.
Then came the second part of the epic "Getting Married Abroad" - I had to go to visit potential suitors.

It was Australia (Canberra), Italy (Naples) and Switzerland (Bern). These were not my first trips abroad, but the first time I did not act as a sponsor of the trip! But in general, it was an inexpressible adventure, although, of course, there were some small embarrassments. So, for example, the family of the Italian groom took me not very warmly - they could be expected to see a young girl who would give them a bunch of grandchildren and grandchildren. But I did not pay attention to it - I already noticed that my fiancé sees not only me, but also other women, so I just enjoyed the rest.

In Switzerland, I managed to get lost! Yes, it's good that François behaved like a real gentleman, so two hours later we were together again. By the way, at first I did not like the habit of my companion to study accounts in restaurants in detail, but then I realized it was in his blood, so I stopped paying attention to it!

But after two days in Australia, I realized that this country is not for me. My potential fiancé wanted to live only on the farm, but for me without a big city there is no life. Moreover, I already clearly realized that I want to stay only with Francois.

In general, I will not be verbose - last year, right after the Catholic Christmas we signed, and now for half a year I officially called Madame François Verdier. While we live in Bern, because before my husband did not need a large spacious house, but now we have already started to think about buying a house in the suburbs, because I'm waiting for a child! By the way, in my life, one more thing has changed: I now watch melodramas and believe that happiness can smile at any age! And happiness for me is getting married abroad!