Hi,
thought I'd quickly summarize my experience for general education and entertainment
- dated an African lady in a European city via a dating site subscription
- I'm genuinely looking for a lasting relationship, kids etc NOT ONS.
- I have "high value target" written all over me. I even look dump.
- First response was "give me your whatsapp number" then "interested but visiting my aunt for a week"
- after some insistence we met the same day but it took a long time. In retrospect, I'm wondering whether they were mobilizing someone from a pool of "associates" (this profile had no picture)
- we met a couple of times. One recurring topic was one world-class German d*ck who dated African women and complained that they just wanted his money
- once she said quite boldly that "she sometimes needed a man"
- some cuddling and kissing on the couch. I may be too romantic but it seemed fun for both of us and maybe it was genuine. They say "professionals" generally don't kiss.
She was quite serious about me getting a health check from a doctor,
implying that there might be regular sex and "people get tired of condoms". I agreed with the former, actually commended her because I'd be too much of a coward for bringing up the health check by myself (after spending 2h the previous evening on studying HIV statistics etc).
Anyway here comes the punch line. I thought long and hard and realized that the two of us don't fit together, it would never work. So I decided spontaneously to meet her and tell her in person, sent a message and drove out.
When I'm arriving, she's all in tears and weeping
because !!!!!!!!!!!!!her brother had just died!!!!!!!!!!!.
So I decided, keep your mouth shut, just hold her. I am a very patient person sometimes.
Eventually she
picks the phone up, calls someone and explains in English that "she won't be able to attend because she can't afford...". At this point the klaxon in my head went on full blast, I grabbed shoes and coat and literally fled the apartment (there was one more room that I never got to look inside and I suspect it wasn't empty...)
Oh well. When I drove there, I felt really bad about breaking up a relationship. On the way back, I was laughing loud in my car like a maniac.
Strangely, I feel sorry for her. She seemed a kind and gentle person.
Now the
morale of the story: They make mistakes, some of them obvious but I don't think you could avoid them all without a major increase in the budget for the show.
Keep your eyes open, and keep adding one and one.