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Feb 13, 07, 09:34 #63
I'm from England and I was once dating a Polish girl. I met her on the internet. She got in contact with me via an internet English-speaking penpals website. She first got in contact with me in early 2003, and we kept in contact from time to time over the next two years. At first I treated her as nothing more than a penpal, and I think she did me. I then noticed her emails getting more and more frequent, and she telephoned me when she was in England on a training course (she was an English teacher). We agreed to meet up in London in August 2004, but as fate would have it I was paid off work and couldn't afford it. I had to cancel and she was very disappointed, although she still did go on holiday there with her friend. Time passed, and eventually January 2005 came, and we sent each other our photographs (believe it or not we didn't know what each other looked like). I liked the look of her and she seemed to like the look of me. Anyway, I visited her in March 2005 for five days. I met her on a cold March evening at Warsaw airport. It was a day I shall remember for the rest of my existence. She looked absolutely stunning, and I thought she was a model. She was about 5ft 6, 8 stone, size 8 figure, very well-dressed, beautiful blonde hair and gorgeous brown eyes. I fell in love with her appearance there and then. I was smitten. She had come to pick me up with her father, and he drove us the four hour drive to the town that they live in called Gniewkowo. I experienced Polish culture, the food, the tv, the church going. I also went to a couple of beautiful Polish towns, Torun and Bydgoscscz. There was no romance on the holiday, which I initially felt a bit disappointed with, but then thought it was only the first time that we'd met and she also lived with her parents in a tiny flat, so she would have been embarassed anyway. Anyway I visited her four more times, and romance developed. She came to visit me in England last Summer and stayed at my house for six weeks. I thought that she had had a good holiday as she was never bored and I took her everywhere I could. I seen her off at Newcastle airport on the 25th August 2006. We kissed, she looked back and waved goodbye and was gone. I had tears in my eyes on the journey home. Little did I realise that this would be the last time I would probably ever see her in my life. She ended it on the 5th October 2006, after a phonecall when I realised something probably wasn't right. It ended on the note that we didn't have enough in common (I thought we did), I hadn't learned much of her language (which was true, but I've never been one for languages and I was going to start a Polish course in October), and the final main thing was that she seen her future in Poland living with her mother and father in a house that they had bought and were moving into in the summer. She also had her job there which she wasn't going to give up. After all the declarations of love she gave me, her wanting to marry me and have a child with me eventually, she ended it quite brutally, honestly to give her credit, but in a way that an assassin would have been proud to have celebrated a kill in. She did send me a Christmas card, but there was no love or affection in it, just like a friend (which I can never be with her), so I sent her quite a horrible text message on Xmas day. To finish, this has left me emotionally devastated, my health has suffered in the last four months with depression, lack of appetite, and minor illnesses. It is something I have never gotten closure on, there are no women which even compare to certain aspects of her where I live. Anyway, I still love her, but any future with her looks unlikely as she didn't want to be with me in the end, and she is probably in a relationship now in Poland but i don't want to know about her and I will probably want any man with her dead. I've also wished her dead as she has totally ruined me in an emotional sense. I wonder if there are many men out there who have had there hearts broken by a Polish woman, and how they coped with it.
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