Der Vorgang 17391
bautinaantonina@outlook.com
Antonina
Der erste Kontakt 17391
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| Hello my friend I m sorry for disturbed u. Well,basically, I m tired of my lonely and decided to try Net dating site! I expect that this action will be another chapter in my future life. So,to know me better I want talk u a little bit about my person! I hope, that the written exchanges between us will not interrupt, and you re wondered and read my mail. I don t sure how to begin my story. I am never tried to write to somebody my character in the letter before. I m can describe my individuality as the sunny, strong, true woman. I am a friendly woman though at the same time I am a proud, girl. I ve generally appreciated sincerity honesty and candor. I expect you re wanted, that our written exchanges will not interrupt. In the next e-mail, I want to read more about you, your way of life. I am sending you my personal images. I hope that u like it, and we can get closer to each other.
If you are interested Please answer ONLY to my private email: BautinaAntonina@outlook.com With best wishes, Antoninchika. |
| Hey hey my new friend I am sorry for bothered you. In fact, I m tired of being alone and think to try out Net dating web site! I rely on that this action will be a new page in my future life. First of all,to know me better I want tell a little bit about myself! I want, that the letters between us will proceed, and u are wondered and open my email. I don t really know how to begin my description. I m never tried to describe to somebody my person in the mail previously. I am can describe my character as the positive, strong, outspoken person. I am a kind-hearted girl though at the same time I am a self-confident, woman. I ve normally appreciated heartiness outspoken and candor. I hope you are interested, that our written exchanges will not interrupt. In the next email, I would like to read more about you, your way of life. I am sending u my images. I hope that u like it, and we can get acquainted more.
Interested? Please write ONLY to my personal mailbox: BautinaAntonina@outlook.com Goodbye, Antoninka |
| Hello. I m was lucky enough to write to you, excuse me beforehand if I m had disturbed you.
The thing is that, I m tired of being alone and decided to try Internet dating site. I hope that this will be a new stage in my future. So, to know me better I m will tell you a little bit about myself. I hope, that the correspondence between us will proceed, and you are interested and read my letter. I don t sure where to begin my description. I m never tried to describe to someone my character in the letter before. I m can describe my character as the solar, active, frank sincere person. I m a kind person though at the same time I m a proud, person. I have always appreciated sincerity honesty and frankness. I hope you are interested, that our correspondence will proceed. In the next letter, I want to read more about you, your way of life. I m sending you my photo. I hope that you like it, and we can get acquainted more. Yours faithfully, Tosy. |
| Hello. I m was lucky enough to write to you, excuse me beforehand if I m had disturbed you.
The thing is that, I m tired of being alone and decided to try Internet dating site. I hope that this will be a new stage in my future. So, to know me better I m will tell you a little bit about myself. I hope, that the correspondence between us will proceed, and you are interested and read my letter. I don t sure where to begin my description. I m never tried to describe to someone my character in the letter before. I m can describe my character as the solar, active, frank sincere person. I m a kind person though at the same time I m a proud, person. I have always appreciated sincerity honesty and frankness. I hope you are interested, that our correspondence will proceed. In the next letter, I want to read more about you, your way of life. I m sending you my photo. I hope that you like it, and we can get acquainted more. Yours faithfully, Antanina. |
| Hello Elias!!!
Elias , thanks you for your letter. I am glad to that you have written to me. I shall hope that in the future, we shall be very good friends, and can and more. I do not know what to tell in my first letter because I never got acquainted through the Internet before. It - something new and unusual to me. But I shall try, write good letters to you. Please not be too strict to my mistakes in words, the English language - not my native language. But I Assume, that I know it well. Elias , my name - Antonina , as you to know. You can name me as you like. I shall not be disappointed. To me of 30 years. My birthday on May, 28 th. My height - 172 . My weight 61 kg. I live in city Saratov. Saratov - very much beautiful city . I have finished Saratov State University. My formation consist of 3 levels: school, college, university. I studied within 17 years. All 17 years I have studied the English language also. I have finished university in age 24. How to me gave with a medal for excellent results during my studying. First three years after institute I worked as the assistant art Director . It was very much interesting and in the same time responsible.Now I work as an art Director in a restaurant in Saratov. I live one, I have no neither children, nor the boyfriend, and I have never been married. Sometimes I feel like very lonely in my house. Perhaps, for this reason I have decided to get acquainted with you. I have the house, work, friends, but I cannot tell that I am happy. Do you have any relatives? What is your family? Do you have many friends? I hope, that we shall write many letters to each other. I am very pleased and grateful, that you have answered my letter, because I resolute to try to get acquainted through the Internet only once. I never get acquainted before in such a way. I cannot understand completely as it works because I have no computer. I only beginner in work of the internet. I hope that you are interested in our dialogue, as I. You can tell to me about all of you that you want. I shall be pleased to know all about your life. I understand that tastes differ, but I hope, that my image will be pleasant for you. I hope, that you will write to me soon. I thank you Beforehand.I will be waiting for your photo in the next letter. I will also make new photos for you. If you are interested in our communication, then you can tell me everything you want about yourself and your life. I will be very pleased to receive a great letter from you. I am very interested to know how people live in another country. If you are not interested in our communication or you do not have time for this, then you can immediately tell me about it, then I will not disturb you. I think it s time to finish this letter. Sorry if this letter is too big. I tried to be open with you and I hope that you will be open in communication with me. I will look forward to hearing from you.With respect Antonina. |
| Hello Elias!
It was very interesting for me to read your letter and learn something new about you. I appreciate your candor. I think that if we always write honest thoughts to each other and honestly answer questions, then only in this way can we build good communication and go forward, leaving the burden of the past behind. Do you agree? I think that I should write to you about my previous relationship and most importantly you should know why I decided to start dating on the Internet. The last relationship with a man lasted almost 5 years, but, unfortunately, we did not come to a good finish. Not!!! Everything was good in the beginning. We lived like normal people. Work, trips to parents, trips to nature, going to the movies. But after a few years I noticed that it no longer had the fire that it had before. His senses have cooled. I tried to save our relationship. I tried to communicate with him more. I tried to surprise him in the kitchen. I gave him more space. I have done everything in my power to have a truly fulfilling relationship. I tried to create all conditions for him to feel comfortable in our house. But he didn t appreciate it all. The more I tried, the more he moved away from me. He began to allow himself to yell at me more and more. Reproach me, make claims. I think he just stopped loving me ... But I was in love with him and I thought it was mutual. But I found out his true nature after a while. This man turned out to be a liar! He spoke to me beautiful and gentle words, and I believed him. I believed and dreamed of a happy life. I found out that after a while he started dating another girl. I saw him in a restaurant with another woman. It was clear that this was a romantic date. I was very hurt. My heart was broken. I had to part with him. It was hard for me. But I don t want to be in second or third place. I want to be the only one. Now these relationships are in the past, and I try not to remember them. I told you this story because I need to be confident in our relationship. After several years of loneliness, I decided to look for a new one. satellite. On the advice of my friend Tatyana, I decided to try to get acquainted with a man on the Internet. I was ready to start from scratch. I need to know that you will have no one but me. We must be honest with each other. Now I only communicate with you, I hope it is mutual? Tell me how do you see your new relationship? What would you like from them? Of course, I will be glad if you express your thoughts on this matter .... I m finishing my letter today. Till tomorrow... Best regards Antonina... |
| Hello,I ve already sent you my letter with photos but you still didn t
answer... Why?You did not like my photo? Have you received my letter? Maybe simply you didn t have time to answer immediately or maybe my photos and everything what was written there didn t interest you at all??? Please write me at least a note of explanation, because most of all I m afraid of indefinite situation when you don t now what to expect...Hope to hear from you soon,Antonina... |
| Hello my dear Antonina, it was late morning, and I was putting up a fresh pot of coffee when I heard the first meow. It sounded awfully close, as if from inside the apartment instead of the backyard one story down. Then I heard it again, and there was no doubt.
WTF?!! I texted my roommate. You got a cat?! I’d made it clear when she moved in: no pets. “But I want a kitty so bad,� she said a couple weeks later. I suffer from allergies � through spring and summer I have a persistent itch in my nostrils, and the lightest bit of pollen or dander or even a freshly mowed lawn sets off sneezing spells that leave my entire body sore. I was also concerned about the smell. And besides, the landlord forbade pets. It’s a friend’s, Jenny texted back. I’m only taking care of it for a few months. Don’t give me that bullshit, I keyed my reply, then backspaced over it, reconsidering. I have a tendency to overreact, to exacerbate conflict. Instead I went for calm and firm, and maybe slightly paternal. We need to talk. Later that afternoon, in the kitchen between our bedrooms, we talked, leaning on opposite counters. Jenny (not her real name) kept her eyes downcast, and when I told her she was being inconsiderate and disrespectful and this was not the way grown-ups behaved, she said, “I know. I’m sorry.� I’d expected an argument, but her posture was one of submission, as if I was her dad, or a schoolteacher. But I wasn’t her dad, and she was an adult woman, even if I was twice her age. I was left somewhat unsettled. In the end, I told her she could keep the cat, but she better take care of it properly. “Thanks for not being hard on me,� she said, before disappearing back into her room. “I thought you were going to kick me out or something.� That conversation was the longest we’d ever had. We were unlikely roommates, a Craigslist arrangement: I, a near-middle-aged man, several years divorced, with adolescent children of my own. She, a twenty-year-old recent college grad. We were living in Gravesend, an unremarkable neighborhood in a remote part of Brooklyn, where restaurants, bars and coffee shops are scarce, and when the friend I’d been living with moved out, finding a new roommate wasn’t easy. At first, I had a parade of eccentrics, men who seemed to have something to hide, smelling of whiskey, with slurred speech, crooked teeth, telling me about jobs as investment bankers or corporate accountants, claims I found dubious. One man, a flashy young Georgian, took one look at the room and grew alarmingly aggressive as he tried to force his cash deposit into my hand, even after I explained that I wasn’t ready to make a decision just yet. He left just as I was about to call the cops. So when Jenny showed up, I was inclined to like her. She looked like a typical post-college young woman: hair dyed reddish-blond, large earmuff headphones over her ears. She walked with a kind of childish languor, as if it hadn’t fully settled in that she was an adult. Her speech tended to the monosyllabic. I showed her the room. “Sweet,� she said. I showed her the bathroom. “Sweet.� Then she asked what she needed for moving in, and I told her: proof of employment, credit report, rent plus security deposit. “Sweet,� she said. I assumed this meant she had all those things, and at first, it appeared that she did. She told me she worked two jobs, as a clerk in a stationary store in Midtown Manhattan and as an art-school model. Several days later, she brought documents attesting to her claims, and it all seemed to check out. She moved in a couple weeks later, with the help of her dad, whom I found affable in a way that put me further at ease. Some time after she moved in, I met her boyfriend, who seemed about my age. “He’s an artist,� she told me afterward, unsolicited, as if that explained something. I did have some mild concerns. I wondered why she would choose to live here � a part of town where she had no friends or family � and with me, a man twice her age. But I needed a roommate, and for the most part, she matched my criteria: stable enough to pay rent, normal enough not to stab me with a kitchen knife or steal my meager possessions. She wanted to be a writer and filmmaker, she said, and was hoping to get into NYU’s film school for graduate studies. There was something familiar about her, almost bland, like an unremarkable extra who might appear repeatedly in so many movies, which meant she was safe and normal and predictable � exactly what I needed if I was to share my home with a stranger. It was soon after the cat incident that I began to notice she was home more. In fact, she rarely seemed to leave her room. On days I worked from home, I’d hear her throughout the day, in short bursts of action � the turning of the microwave at ten, the fridge opening and closing at eleven, the doorbell with her lunch order at noon. It didn’t bother me; I barely caught glimpses of her. If she’d lost her jobs, it didn’t show so far: She was always on time with rent, and she appeared to have enough money to buy groceries and order in meals. But I wondered, if she wasn’t going to work, how was she supporting herself? One afternoon, a couple weeks after Jenny took in the cat, I heard her voice and then a male voice I did not recognize. It was definitely not her boyfriend, whose voice was high-pitched; this one was deep, almost gruff. I was in my room, working, and I heard someone enter the bathroom, and then the toilet flush, and so I opened my door a crack for a glance. In the hallway, emerging from the bathroom, was a short, squat man, gray-haired with a bald temple. The man disappeared into Jenny’s room across the hall, and I felt a rush in my brain and gave an involuntary gasp. There weren’t too many scenarios for why a young woman would be entertaining a vaguely Soviet-looking gentleman who looked to be about her father’s age. I felt a kind of indescribable rage, almost like a personal affront. How dare she � in my home?! An hour later, I watched her escort the man to the door. She was wearing blue suede pumps and a very short, ivory-colored dress, somewhat crumpled, as if she’d just removed it from under a pile of laundry. She appeared to be going for a sultry, long-legged look, but she looked instead like a little girl wearing her mother’s discarded clothes. I felt instantly sad for her, and part of me wondered if I shouldn’t offer to help her somehow. Another part of me was so angry I wanted to evict her immediately. The rest of the day, I wrestled with my thoughts, my mind feverish with indecision: Should I say something? Should I tell her boyfriend? Should I call her dad? Was it any of my business anyway? I decided to wait, see if it happened again, and just a few days later, it did. This time, it was a tall black man wearing an ill-fitting suit and tie, like thrift-shop formalwear. He, too, emerged from the bathroom and disappeared into her room, and after an hour or so she escorted him to the door, again in the blue pumps and rumpled ivory dress. I took to Google: What to do if my roommate is a prostitute? More than what to do, I was seeking clarity on why it bothered me. Who was I to judge if Jenny chose an unorthodox profession? Why would I care if she used her room to ply her trade? Still, I couldn’t stomach the thought, and the Internet validated my discomfort. On Yahoo Answers and in Google Groups and various other forums people wrote about similar experiences, and the consensus was: Don’t let your roommate turn tricks within your home. It’s dangerous, it’s illegal, and it can bring nothing but trouble. I wondered about the practical aspects of her work: Does she have a Backpage ad? Did she use Craigslist? Could I find her on The Erotic Review? I imagined the conversation we’d have. “This isn’t a brothel!� I wanted to yell at her. “Where do you even find these guys?� Then I reconsidered, thinking I might speak to her in a more caring way. Sit her down for a talk. Maybe get some women’s organization involved. Point her in the right direction. Rescue her. Elias |
| Hello my dear Antonina, Ramnath Bhuyan is a 33-year-old gynaecologist in a small town 50 km from Guwahati. He returned home after stints in cities like Delhi and Mumbai (where people hardly visit male gynaecologists, he says), and a mostly rural set up in Sholapur .
When he came back home to work in his small town, he began to deal largely with infertility cases, which meant he needed to ask his patients about sex. He tells us about what he has learned about intimate life from his work. A woman once came to me and said she liked being on top while having sex with her husband. But she was worried. Would being on top make it harder for her to get pregnant? She wasn t sure if the semen was going inside her or not - you know, because it seemed like more was coming outside than going in.You d be surprised at how common a question that is, but actually everything that needs to go inside already has. Working as a gynaecologist in a town about 50 kilometres from Guwahati, is very different from working in the city . In cities, women didn t ask me about the technicalities of sex. A pregnant woman or a young woman who has a problem with her period isn t going to tell you about her sex life. Perhaps, they ve done their homework on that front, because they have easy access to that kind of information. Instead, they asked about specific problems - like infections, STDs, or contraception, sometimes even about putting on weight because of contraceptives. Nobody in the city came to me worried they haven t had children yet, only for us to find on repeated questioning that the couple had not had sex at all. In our town near Guwahati, most of the time both husband and wife come to talk to me because they think they re infertile. I say think because once we do the examination and tests we need to, we often find that there s actually nothing wrong. It s at this point that we have to start asking again and again, politely of course, if they are having a problem with intercourse. Then there are some bad cases, when the wife is just 16 years old, and we have to say that she s probably too young to have children. Then there was also a time when a couple came to me saying the husband had a decreased libido. But actually, the husband just preferred porn. What follows in each of these cases is a lot of counselling. One thing that s often common in infertility cases in rural and urban India - men flat out refuse to undergo any tests to check if they re infertile. They say it s all the woman s fault. I know a man who was worked up enough to divorce his wife because they hadn t had kids, but was still refusing to get tested himself. And then in small towns, there are women who have infertility, related to polycystic ovarian syndrome, but their husbands don t want to spend on treatment, so they start having extramarital affairs instead. Information or the lack of it is not always the problem. In many cases, I ve noticed that when couples think they are facing decreased libido or infertility, it s something else altogether. It s that they are having mechanical sex without feelings or intimacy. Sometimes, there s no emotion involved because the couple hardly knows each other. The fact of the matter is that they re unaware of each other and each other s bodies. It s the reason many women, especially the newly married ones, come in with post-coital tears and bleeding, When we see cases like this we tell the couple that they need to talk to each other. As it is, there s very little conversation between them: the man goes off to work in the morning, and when they go to bed at night, the man complains the woman isn t interested, when the case is probably that she s exhausted after a day of cleaning, cooking, washing and looking after the kids. Sometimes, when the woman comes on her own, she says her husband isn t interested when she is. But there is no room for her to tell her husband this. Actually, when women come alone I hear a lot of other questions. (Sometimes, even if they do come with their husbands, they wait till they re alone with me during examination to ask me what they really want to know). The most common complaint from women, something that she can t say to her husband, is the age-old problem - that he always finishes first. This problem as you can imagine, is common in cities too. And very occasionally, a woman will come alone to the doctor if she is having pre-marital sex. These women come because they need contraception, and they can t go to a medical store because everyone will look at them weirdly. I had one bad case, a woman who had had pre-marital sex came to me with an ectopic pregnancy [where a fertilised egg implants outside the uterus]. We had to tell her parents and get permission to do a surgery even though she was over 18, because that is the norm here. It hits me every now and then how different things are here.There are almost no conversations about sex -sometimes young women don t know anything about it until they re suddenly in bed naked with a man.It s no wonder then that couples think the problem is a decreased libido or infertility when it isn t. Everybody, whether they re from a village or a city, needs to be educated about sex. Once that happens, sex might even become more enjoyable -as it should be. Norbert |
| Hello my friend Elias!!!
I m glad to receive a letter from you again. After you have written me, a smile appeared on my face. Keep writing to me and of course don t forget to send your photos. It is your real history from a life with Jenny? I thought, when read, that the thought up history. Now in Russia autumn has come and now warm days have changed to cold and rainy . I will not much to write about the weather, better overall I will give you tell me how today my day off from work. On my day off, I decided to go to an orphanage to to help children in need who do not have childbirth. Basically, I help orphanage with clothes, toys and, of course, financial assistance if finances allow me. You Elias, are likely to ask the question for what I am doing all this, and what is the meaning of my actions. First of all, I help the orphanage, because I personally grew up in this house and I have feelings of compassion for these children, because, when I was in exactly the same situation. All children have different stories how they got to the orphanage. The first category of children, parents deprived of parental rights to a child, most often this is a problem parents who frequently abuse alcohol. The second category children, parents have died and there are no relatives who would take apekuny. But in the third category, the parents simply refused their children. I belonged to this category too. Until I was taken from orphanage elderly couple. I was picked up at the age of 6 and engaged in my upbringing until the age of 20. They were wonderful people who gave me the love and care that I lacked in my childhood home. ... My adoptive parents were wealthy people. At my adopted parents have a daughter, my older sister named Irina. it the best and beloved person who remained in my life now. We are with we communicate very well with her, and maintain family relations. I am love her very much. Life was wonderful while it happened in our family trouble. First mom died, and after 4 years dad died, because could not bear the loss of mom. Of my relatives, only my half-sister Irina. For a long time I tried to find my real parents, but all my the search was unsuccessful. Now I try not to think about it. If not my adoptive parents, I don’t know how my fate and what I was doing now. But, it s a pity that I can t help them say thanks. Forgive me for showing weakness now, but I I think it s better to tell you right now about my childhood than you would know later. I hope that you Elias, did not mind knowing a little from my past life. This is where I want to end my letter. I will look forward to your next letter. Your friend Antonina... P.S. In the photo, my sister and I. |
| Hello!!!I ve already sent you my letter.Have you received my letter?
Maybe simply you didn t have time to answer immediately??? Why? Please write me at least a note of explanation Ok Hope to hear from you soon,Antonina... |
| Hello, I have not received from you the letter. I do not know, why you
don t write to me? Can at you cares above a roof or you have simply interrupted with me dialogue. I do not know what now to think. Please answer my letter. If you will not complicate, answer my questions. I hope, that I will receive from you the letter. Faithfully Antonina... |
| Hello!!!I wish you a merry Christmas, a wonderful and kind holiday. I
wish you comfort in your home and in your soul, a wonderful aroma of spruce and sincere hope of your heart, good luck on the way and great happiness in life. Let the bright star in the sky always give joy and faith, let fate be generous with gifts and good news. Your Antonina... |
| Hello,what s wrong?where are you?Didn t recieve any answer from you
for rather long period of time?I wonder why???..Please tell me! I m sure smth special and important but please find some minutes to write an answer to my last email.You chose to disappear and don’t reply to my letters.You received my letter? Please find strength and self-respect to answer to my questions.Be the man!Don’t make me sad and to be disappointed in you as man. xxxina... |
| Hello!!!Where are you?Did you forget about me? How are you? Where are
you now? What is going on in your life?Do you miss me? I miss you a lot.Your last letter was a few days ago.Is there free space in your life for me?Tell me everything!!!!!! Do You make me sad letting me without any news from you and any attention and any specifics.Please find strength and self-respect to answer to my questions.Be the man!Don’t make me sad and to be disappointed in you as man.Your devoted, xxxina... |
| Hello!!!You know I am writing to you is not the first time the letter.
I wonder. Shame on you??? On the one hand you wrote the first girl. You do not seem strange ?? I understand you have your own problems, work, family, or finally you need to look for health. But you can devote your precious time to answer my letter. It takes just 10-15 minutes to write a letter to write. Understand this is not the first time. I m writing you a letter when you do not get from the letters, after the answer to your letter. I ask you to apply for more serious to our communion. Maybe the reason is different, when I do not receive emails from you. If you do not receive my letters, please check your folder "SPAM" there can be my letters. I hope all is well with you. I hope to receive from you the following letter with the answers to my questions from the last letter. Your xxxina... |
| Hello ,Happy New Year!!!
I wish you a Happy New Year! I want to wish that in the coming year the miracle that we all dream of will happen to us. Although everyone has their own, but it is necessarily the most necessary and most important. I wish all of us to be alive and well, to do what brings us pleasure. I wish you to reach new heights and self-actualize. And I also want to wish you more joyful moments that will turn into pleasant memories, and meetings with loyal friends and beloved household members. After I congratulated you on the upcoming holiday. I want tell you about my New Year s plans. This New Year I plan to celebrate with my sister Irina and my friend Tatiana. We planned to meet in a group of friends outside the city . There will be me,my sister, sister s husband and friend s husband for the New Year. Here are my plans New Year s Eve with friends. Also, from January 1 to January 4, nothing will not work. I can t write to you these days. I ask you not to panic and not to lose me.I will try to write to you on 4 January.With this, I will finish my letter and prepare for the New Year . Wait for my next letter . Your friend xxxina... |
| Hello!!!You where were gone, you have decided so to finish with me
conversation??? Ignoring me?? If it not so answer my letter. xxxina... |
| Hello!!!This is my last letter to write to you after this letter will
not bother you anymore. I wrote to you many times and asked you what you wrote to me every day. But you do not respond to emails, I m sorry that you have such a situation. I will not write to you again, because I see no point in hoping and waiting for a miracle . This will be my last letter to you. I hope you find that a woman. On this I will tell you goodbye and good luck in your search :) xxxina... |