Handbook for International Dating Online (Eastern Europe)

By Anthony Grogan

This book was written, because of my trips to Eastern Europe in recent years. Every trip I took, and relationship I had taught me a lot of lessons with internet dating and making those emails turn into a reality. Searching through thousands of profiles, to eventually taking a trip I will show you what steps to go through to keep you safe from a scam. This is a must read before you waste precious time and money on finding your dream lady.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Oct 3, 2006
• ISBN: 9781465318329

Anthony Grogan

I have been into Eastern European dating since before the international sites took off more then 10 years ago. I have gone through thousands of profiles and countless emails, and have made 3 trips to meet woman successfully.

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Handbook for

International

Dating Online

 (Eastern Europe) 

Anthony Grogan

Copyright © 2006 by Anthony Grogan.

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Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

endnotes

Chapter One

How I Got Involved and Why

Well, it is a long story going back about ten years. It all started when I was twenty-three years old. I was just finishing my junior year in college in Buffalo, Upstate New York.

It was summer break, and I went back to spend the summer with my parents (Long Island, New York) and work and save money for my final year in school. That summer my sister had gotten married and had the wedding reception in a hotel ballroom, where a lot of the guests, mostly our extended family, got rooms there to stay overnight.

Well, when my extended family gets together, it is a pretty big party. There were lots of dancing, drinking, and plenty of horseplaying happening. As the night progressed to the golden hour, we had the throwing of the garter belt by the husband.

There I was shitfaced on top of my cousin James’s shoulder at twenty-three years of age determined to catch this thing. I don’t know why people wish for something they do not want, but I ended up catching the belt. Believe it or not, the lady who caught the bouquet that I actually had to slide this on happened to be my second cousin whom I hardly knew. To make a long story short, it was awkward especially when your drunken relatives were encouraging you by hooting and hollowing and the guy with the microphone running the whole show was trying to tell you what to do like it was some kind of NASA mission. While the wedding reception was coming to an end, and a lot of my extended family rented rooms for the night so there would be no problems with drinking and driving, we all partied more at a club inside the hotel, since the reception hall closed at midnight. Later on that night at about two in the morning, two of my cousins and I snuck into the hotel pool, which was pitch-black, to go swimming. Little did I know that something was about to happen that would change my life I knew forever. It all took about a few seconds as I climbed up a lifeguard stand and jumped headfirst into the pool. Since it was dark, and throw some alcohol in the equation, I did not see how shallow the pool actually was. I don’t remember much about the accident at all; it was like my brain had erased the whole episode of it. When I woke up two weeks later in the intensive care unit from a coma, I was pretty much a useless person being almost 100 percent paralyzed, not being able to speak or eat. To tell the quick version of what happened to me is that my head hit the bottom of the shallow pool; and since I decided with great drunken wisdom to dive off a lifeguard stand, I hit the bottom pretty hard knocking myself right out. My cousins brought me back up and were able to revive me, but the damage was done already. One second living a normal life and then a stupid-ass mistake and the rest of my life I’m living with disabilities.

I was oblivious to the fact that you could hit your head and it could initiate the shutdown of switches in your brain that make your bodily functions work. You just take it for granted that when you want to move your leg, it will move. Let me tell you there is nothing more depressing than not being able to move your body at all when you have been doing it for a good part of twenty years.

The next chapter of my life was all about rehabilitation. I went through a long and extensive rehabilitation in and out of doctors’ offices for the next seven years due to a brain stem injury. I was so determined to get back everything that I lost. I did not care about anything else in life.

After all was said and done, the doctors said I actually got back about 80 percent of my left side while the right came back 100 percent. I still had partially paralyzed left side of my body, which affected everything from my eyesight, balance, hearing, and speech. Still I was able to carry on a normal adult life. I just had to limit my activities to what my body was capable of. Meaning any sport activity was not going to happen anymore, which really did suck. They say you reach a plateau; and no matter how long you do rehabilitation, which is occupational, speech, and physical, which I had to take them all, you only improve up to a point then flatline with your progress. My rehab life has finally come to an end and I had to face it that this is it and I have to learn to live with it.

So as I turned the ripe old age of thirty, I finally was able to hold a full-time job. There was still something missing in my life though, and that happened to be a woman. When you are errantly disabled, granted I looked like as if nothing has happened to me, but as you get to know me you start to notice the disability and how it restrains the things you used to take for granted in your life. So here I am going up against men of the same age with no disability that unlike me have been working since their early twenties and building up assets and wealth while I was broke, going in and out of rehabilitation centers with no social life at all. My disability and lack of job or money for a good