The most extraordinary stories of true love

What time is it in Australia now? For some reason, my friends and I asked ourselves this question, corresponding to New Year’s Eve via ICQ. In 2005, no one thought of just “googling”, and they didn’t even know such a verb. They connected to the Internet via a modem through a telephone line. I just activated the filter search in “ICQ”: Russian-speaking users in a distant land of kangaroos. To the first of those online, she wrote, “What time is it?” And immediately received the answer: “06:00”. Suddenly, a lot of questions are raining down on me: where are you from? What do you do ? where will you celebrate? – etc. I did not attach any importance to it, answered in monosyllables and very quickly disconnected, did not even save the number in the contact list. Imagine my surprise when, after a long holiday weekend, I went to ICQ and found posts like this there. We corresponded for a whole week. It turned out that Andrei is Russian, he went to Australia, to Brisbane, to study, and communication really failed. I was 19, he was 21, there were a lot of common themes right away. We exchanged photos. My interlocutor was nice. I decided to check it out and sent a group photo with my friends. And he recognized me! This continued until March. Text and no calls.

In the spring, he graduated from the institute and wrote to me: “I give up everything, I won’t have a job here, I don’t want to apply for a residence permit, I’m going to you. “It scared me terribly. Of course, I was already in love and I imagined our meeting more than once, but I could not think that he was ready to risk his career, his projects, his prospects. What if the communication didn’t work? What if we don’t love each other in person? Andrei assured me that he was attracted to me and that we just needed to see each other urgently. His mother was shocked when he said, “Masha is waiting for me there!” How is Masha? He flew for more than a day with a change in Japan – from the airport immediately to meet me. I come to Manezhnaya Square and see it. I recognized it right away – I was dressed in summer clothes and it was snowing here. Tanned, beautiful – I liked it even more. Then everything developed rapidly. Within half an hour, we were kissing. All day we walked, holding hands, chatting as if we had known each other for a hundred years. In May, Andrei found a job, rented an apartment and invited me to move in with him. When we started living together, I introduced him to my parents. They couldn’t believe how it all happened. Five years after our real acquaintance, we signed. Now our son Daniel is four years old. During this time, our relationship did not change, it just became more serious. I believe in happy accidents. I always tell my friends: you can walk out of the house, meet someone around the corner, and it turns out that there he is, your man.

About ten years ago, I was in love with: 1) Italy; 2) to a young man with whom at that time she lived together in Moscow for a year. And with the first and second “circumstances” she intended to connect her life. After another Roman holiday, I set out to learn the language, when suddenly my boyfriend objected: “Why? Almost no one in the world speaks it. To learn Spanish! He pressured me, I gave up and went to class. A month later, new “circumstances” appeared: 1) I realized that I was now fascinated by the Spanish language; 2) my boyfriend is fascinated by his colleague at the moment. I packed my bags and flew to heal my wounds in Latin America. Returning to Moscow six months later, she unexpectedly received a request by mail from a foreign student to become his friend in an international dating network. I clicked “OK” and filled out a monosyllabic questionnaire without attaching importance to it. About 90% of the site was made up of Africans, Malays and people from the Middle East with the line on duty: “Hi! How are you?” I didn’t go back until eight months later, I realized that without practice I forgot the language. Then I decided to find a person for communication. is reduced to ten people: an assistant cameraman in Mexico, a swimmer from Madrid, “Juan, 26, Grenada”. In the photo, I was looking at a sexy mixture of Javier Bardem and Ivan Urgant. I was seduced by the appearance and I replied in Spanish to his still naughty: “Hi! How are you?” It turned out that, by coincidence, Juan had been living in Moscow for three months. A few dozen messages with hilarious jokes were enough for me to understand: I fell in love. We quickly switched to regular phone calls. My finger to the sky selection on the trash site turned out to be so accurate! There was only one thing: my personal “Ivan Bardem” was in no hurry to meet. In four months, he made 15 appointments and canceled them at the last moment. I got mad and disappeared for a month, didn’t answer calls. He too was silent for a long time, then suddenly offered to have dinner. I thought about it for thirty minutes and decided that I would give it one last chance. I rushed to him in such nervous tension that I was ready to go home. We met on the subway, looked into each other’s eyes, laughed heartily and blushed. And we’ve been doing this for six years now, having played a wedding twice. On my birthday, don’t forget to mentally thank my ex for once talking me out of learning Italian.

A few years ago, my friend and I decided to surprise my sister on March 8 and give her… a young man. She was alone for a long time and could not organize her personal life. They couldn’t imagine better than sending an announcement to the editorial staff of the local newspaper: “Two blondes are going to meet a couple of m/h, m/o, f/o, a/m. Let’s skip n / z, let’s deprive ourselves of c / u. They weren’t really expecting an answer. Imagine our surprise when the next day a young man called, introduced himself as Sasha and asked us out on a date, specifying what would happen to a friend. We made an appointment on March 7 at the cinema. And so my friend and I approach the designated place and see two young people who, most likely, are waiting for us: one is very small and thin, dressed strangely. The second is quite complete and also unattractive. “Oh my God! I whisper to my friend. “I think they are!” And I ask him to discreetly call one of the unfortunate suitors. Without taking her hand out of her pocket, Christina dials Sasha’s number, then the fat man pulls out his phone: “Hello! Hello! You can’t be heard!” These young people are really waiting for us. Panic gripped me and nothing smarter came to mind than to take my girlfriend by the hand and run away. Laughing, we walked into the first store that showed up, and then – what a nightmare! – Sasha calls back, and I understand that he’s behind me! As if in slow motion, I turn my head and see two young people – neither fat nor thin, but quite handsome. The guys went to the store to warm up, and these two turned out to be just passersby, and coincidentally, their phone rang exactly when we dialed Sasha’s number. Then everything went as planned: we spent the evening visiting my sister, who was immediately whispered in her ear that young people are a gift for March 8th. Our idea made her laugh a lot, but she didn’t want to meet any of the guys – not her type. Sasha and I, on the contrary, loved Sasha, so the next day we jokingly threw a coin – which of us should charm him. It fell on Christina. Who would have thought, but they really had an affair with Sasha, however, only for three months. I then also started dating another man, but, alas, it all ended quickly. But my relationship with Sasha will soon be ten years old. When I told him about the play, he admitted that he was madly in love with me from the very beginning, but he was embarrassed to show sympathy, I looked too impregnable, as it seemed to him. By the way, my friend’s gift on March 8 turned out to be less unsuccessful: two years after we met, my husband and I strolled to the wedding of my sister and Sasha’s friend, now we are friends with families.

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