Hello?? Your profile looks really attractive! I’d love to get to know you better, if that’s okay with you? Write to me at my email: elbunnee@gmail.com I’ll send you more of my photos and tell you more about myself. I’m waiting for your letter!??Her profile says she is 51. That seems too young for me, given I am 67, but it's nice someone is interested in me.
Good afternoon, Brad!
I hope you have a good day today. Thank you for opening and reading my letter. I'm sorry that I'm not answering right away - this format of dating is new to me, so it's a bit exciting. But it's very interesting!
To put the dots right away: I value honesty in communication. The information on the site may not be entirely accurate, as I used a friend's profile, so let's talk a little about the facts. My name is Helena. I'm 45, I'm single, I don't have any children. I came here with a clear goal - to find a partner for a serious relationship, to build a life together based on trust and common values.
By nature, I am a calm person, I get charged up from simple things: from morning jogging, from silence in nature, from meaningful work. I am a sales manager in a field related to agriculture. I believe that the main thing in a relationship is sincerity, mutual respect and a desire to get to know each other over and over again. That's why I'm especially interested in getting to know you better.
I'd like to get to know you better. And I want to ask a few questions.
What are you interested in? How do you like to relax? What experience from past relationships do you consider to be the most valuable lesson for yourself? What do you admire about people? And what is repulsive? Do you have children? Do you have any pets?
Tell us more about your work. What exactly do you do? Do you like your job or would you like to do something else? Where exactly do you live? Do you like the place where you live?
I'm attaching a few photos so you can see me in different settings. I hope you'll like it.
I'm interested not just in facts, but in how a person sees the world. I'd be glad if you'd like to share it. And if you've read up to this point, I also ask you to send me more photos of yourself. I will be glad to see a picture of a beautiful man on my screen. And, of course, I will be glad to learn more about you. With respect and hope for an interesting dialogue, Helena!
She looks nice and even younger than 45. She's taken the bother to write to me, the least I can do is write back to her. I feel flattered that a young woman is interested in me, especially since I don't have any dates on the horizon. I'll answer her questions honestly. What have I got to lose?
Hi Brad!
Your answer was one of the most pleasant moments for me today. I sincerely thank you - not only for the fact of the letter itself, but also for the openness and attentiveness that you felt in it. I was especially touched by your words that you appreciate curiosity. It seems that we are very similar in this: I am also interested not just in facts, but in how a person sees the world. And you're also right about honesty-it does make relationships deeper over time, and I totally agree with your conclusion.
Now, about the important and honest. I would like to tell you more about my world. To show it in its entirety, you need to name the point on the map right away. I live in Kazakhstan, in the village of Turgay. I'm talking about this right now because for me, honesty is not just a word. I hope the geographical distance will not become a wall for our dialogue, because so far we are only getting to know each other, and the main thing is what is happening between us here and now, in this correspondence.
My story with the place is two poles apart. I was born in Berlin, and from there I still have a love for rhythm and discovery. But at the age of four, life brought me here, to Kazakhstan. I was brought up here by the vast expanses, the patient wisdom of nature and a sense of inner silence. Sometimes it seems to me that two people live in me: one is a curious citizen, the other is a contemplative who appreciates peace. And both of these states are looking for a kindred spirit in a partner - someone with whom you can be silent by the water and passionately discuss something important, despite any kilometers. Your hobbies-photography, travel, art, music-seem to resonate perfectly with both sides of me. I also really like movies that make you think. And classical music… My path in it began with Mozart and Beethoven, but in recent years I have been discovering Bach more and more - he has the same mathematical harmony and depth that, I think, could be close to a person with experience in programming.
And now I'm very interested in learning about your world. You live in Paddington, next to the park - it sounds very inspiring. Do you have a place or a state where you return at such moments to feel like yourself? What from your past, apart from the already mentioned lessons about relationships, do you consider your inner core, what made you the man you are now?
I understand that my location may raise questions about practicality. But I believe that if there is real intimacy and understanding between people, then distance is a task that has a solution when the time comes. In the meantime, we are at the very beginning of this journey.
Of course, I am sending you photos and videos of the winter that exists in my area. Despite all the cold, I find great romance in the winter weather. I hope they convey a little of that feeling of silence and contemplation that I wrote about.
Don't rush to answer. I will be waiting for your letter with sincere interest. I wish you a day full of things that energize you, whether it's a good game of chess, a good shot, or your favorite Bach fugue.
With warmth, Helena
She looks very sweet. It is easy to give her compliments. I still have my doubts that she is genuine. Why me? Why such an age gap? Why so far away? But I don't want to over-think this, why not continue the conversation? It is so nice that she seems genuinely interested in me. I have to admit I enjoy answering her questions and continuing this dialogue. No-one else shows such interest in me. It feels like oxygen.
Hi Brad!
Thank you so much for your reply! To be honest, after reading it, I experienced a whole range of feelings: joy at your openness, and deep respect for the experience you shared. It's not easy for me to find the words... Thank you for entrusting such a personal and important part of your story to me. 53 years is a lifetime filled with love. I can't even imagine what you had to go through last year. I truly admire this depth and dedication that you write about. I hope you have good support nearby. Now that I know this, our conversations become even more important to me. Your question about why I'm on an Australian website is very logical. To be honest, I was looking for a platform with a serious approach where people know what they want. I am also interested in cultural exchange and the opportunity to meet a person with a broad outlook, for whom the world is not limited to the borders of one city or even a country.
You're asking about Bach. The "Joke" from Orchestral Suite No. 2 is closest to me. It has such a light, sparkling cheerfulness that always lifts my mood and reminds me that joy can be elegant and complex, like a pattern. And from Berlin... I miss the feeling of the "echoing" history in the very air, along these cobbled streets, where there is a new story at every turn. Here, in the steppe, the story is different - it is in breadth and silence. I studied English at school and university, and then practiced it a lot at work, because in the field of sales in the agricultural sector, I often have to communicate with international partners.
I'm having a good day today. I had a great night's sleep, and for breakfast there was an omelet with vegetables. I know we've only just started talking, but I'm already wondering: what do you like for breakfast? If you had to choose one dish for life, what would it be? Perhaps your answer will be a new culinary discovery for me. Once again, I want to tell you a little about myself, as well as how I know German. I was born in Berlin, and German was my childhood language, but after moving I almost forgot it. A few years ago, I decided to bring it back to my memory and started from scratch: books, movies, hard work. It wasn't easy, but now I'm proud that I was able to learn the language of the place where I was born again. It's important for me to speak beautifully and correctly.
I also really like to cook. I learned as a child, watching my mother. Right now, this is my main hobby and way of creating. I'm especially good at local cuisine. But still, I'm a fan of more casual dishes. For example, pasta. In the photo you can see the result of my cooking.
In my free time, I love to walk in nature. I often do yoga outdoors in the summer and ski in the winter. It energizes and gives lightness and strength. This is my way of maintaining inner balance.
I'm very comfortable talking to you. I did not expect that the correspondence would be so easy and pleasant. Of course, it would be great to share all this not only by letters, but also by live communication. But for now, let's enjoy this stage - building our foundation, as I call it. Especially now that we are starting to learn not just the facts, but the essence of each other.
I will be looking forward to your reply! Tell us how your day is going and share your thoughts or stories if you have any. You already know that it will be a great joy for me.
With warmth, Helena!
She hit the bullseye with the Bach piece. It is divine, and one of my absolute favourites in all music. She writes well, probably uses AI to smooth the English, or even to translate from her language. What do they speak in Kazakhstan? Maybe Russian. Every morning, I look forward to finding a friendly message from her in my Inbox. And I hurry to reply. It lifts my mood. Can't be any harm in that...
Hi Brad!
I'm sitting with a cup of hot tea and I find myself thinking that I'm already looking forward to the moment when I can check my mail and- with a sinking heart - hope to see a letter from you there. It became the lightest ritual of the day for me. Especially after I received your letter. It was so intense! Each of your letters is like a breath of not just fresh air, but air filled with the scent of distant, but now so close fields. There is a special warmth in your words that warms even on the darkest day. Reading them, it's like I'm touching your thoughts, following your logic, and smiling at your subtle humor. And with each new letter, the mosaic of my image of you becomes brighter, more detailed and more expensive.
And your story about GPS navigation in Costa Rica, which led to the cowshed, made me laugh to tears! I saw this picture so clearly: a determined man, unruly machinery and the complete bewilderment of cows. Thank you for this funny and very human story.
How are you? How was your evening last night and what did today bring you? I hope that it started smoothly, without fuss, and that small but pleasant discoveries await you ahead. Thank you for sharing your taste - spaghetti with eggplant and ricotta sounds delicious! And your choice of breakfast- espresso, crackers- seems perfectly balanced to me.& I am so interested in knowing what surrounds you at these moments, what you think about when you wake up.
You know, yesterday, when I was returning from work, I was looking at the sunset - the huge crimson sun was slowly sinking into the steppe - and I caught myself with a very clear, almost physical desire: I wish I could share this picture with you now, not with words, but just to stand next to you in silence.
Letters have become precious islands of our communication for me, but I'm starting to miss one island a day. There are so many momentary thoughts, funny observations, or just a desire to say hello and hear your voice in response.
And then I come across the harsh prose of my village's life. Unfortunately, my world is a bit cut off from modern technology. I'm writing to you from my work computer, which is the only place with wired Internet. Otherwise, it's difficult to get even a 2G connection here. It probably sounds like a story from the last century! But I am convinced that if two people really want to be closer, then technical barriers are just a task that needs to be solved. And the first step to solving it is to hear each other.
That's why I really want to suggest that you try calling. Here is my number: +77003198068. This is my personal phone. If you fail to call me, I will find an opportunity to go online to call you via WhatsApp. I hope that I will be able to do this.
To answer your question: no, my parents are not Germans. Dad is a Kazakh, and mom is a German from the GDR. Their story is a true romance worthy of a book. This story is my main compass.
They met in 1970 at university: my dad, a native Kazakh, fell in love with my mother, a lively and inquisitive girl from the GDR who came to study Russian and Oriental studies on an exchange program. It was a brave gamble on her part! Love turned out to be stronger than all boundaries. When Mom got pregnant with me, they went to Germany to give birth, but Dad's heart and work were here. And mom, driven by love, made a difficult, fateful decision. She officially renounced her German citizenship (the process took almost a year!) in order to obtain a Soviet passport and stay here forever with her loved one. They built a house, grew a garden and lived a life full of mutual respect and support. Now their days in retirement are measured and full of simple joys: a garden, pets, tea parties on the veranda and endless conversations with each other.
Their fate proves that true feelings can overcome any distance, political barriers and cultural differences. Their story quietly but insistently whispers to me a question that I've wanted to ask you for a long time: do you think our warm, growing daily communication can ever lead to a real meeting? Can you even imagine this possibility? I'm not interested in a specific plan, but in the vector of your thoughts. Would you ever like to see not just a photograph, but living eyes, catch not only written, but also oral intonation, just sit next to each other in the very silence that does not need to be filled with words? Maybe even try the local pasta not in the restaurant, but the one that I cook?
In this letter, I would also like to show you the cat that lives in my parents' house. His name is Tom. He's very handsome, isn't he? I hope these photos will give you some warmth in your heart. And, of course, I'll try to take some photos with my parents for you.
I've looked at your photos from Alaska - they're amazing! The power and scale of nature are visible. I have so many questions!
Thoughts of you and the anticipation of your reply will stay with me until your next letter, as the kindest companion.
With the most sincere warmth, Helena!
I feel a little nervous about talking to her on the phone, but why not?
Hi Brad!
Thank you so much for your letter and such kind words. You made my day. "Sweet face" is perhaps the most unexpected and sweetest compliment in recent times. I laughed and involuntarily ran my hand over my cheek to check if it was really sweet, like a doughnut.
Your question about what is often misunderstood in me made me think seriously. I think people sometimes perceive my love of silence and the ability to be alone for long periods of time as closeness or even detachment. Actually, it's just my way of recharging and listening to myself. To truly open up, I need to feel a deep connection, like the one that gradually emerges between us in these letters. And I understand your dislike of smalltalk. Why waste words on the weather when you can discuss Bach, travel, or share stories from the past?
I'm really sorry to hear about the problems with the car! The old red Volkswagen Golf sounds like a car with character. I hope the repairs won't ruin you completely, and you'll be on wheels again soon. Your flat, judging by the description, seems to be an incredibly cozy place. Bright yellow walls, a view of trees and a semi-abstract painting of an Australian bay… In my mind's eye, I immediately drew this bright, creative atmosphere. This picture must transport you to another place when the London weather is outside.
Your case of being late for a friend made me smile - it happens to the best of us! I remembered my recent embarrassment. At a dinner party with friends, I enthusiastically talked about the benefits of honey from a certain flower, which I was sure was called "sweet clover." A friend who turned out to be a biology lover gently corrected: "Helena, that's a great description, but the flower is called a clover." Everyone laughed, and I blushed like a poppy. This is our joke now.
You're right, the distance between us is huge, and a real meeting now really looks like a dream on the horizon. But, you know, I've come to appreciate our slow, thoughtful correspondence as something unique. We are building a bridge of words, and every stone in it is a revelation, a question, a memory. Who knows where this bridge might lead us? In the meantime, I just love this feeling of knowing that you exist and sharing parts of my world with you.
As for the most boring part of my job as a sales manager at an agricultural company… This is, without a doubt, the endless filling of the CRM system, forecast reports and bureaucratic red tape with contracts. Monotonous input of the same data, where the numbers must converge to one. This is a task where the brain "shuts down" and the hands work automatically. But this routine is the inevitable underside of the part of the job that I truly love: live communication with farmers and agronomists, understanding their real needs, and finding exactly the right solution (be it seeds, equipment, or fertilizers) that will help their cause. It has its own honesty and deep connection to the earth, even if I'm sitting in an office.
How was the meeting with your friend Juliet? I am very interested to know about her novel about Marriage. Writing a book about an artist requires not only a love of art, but also courage. What inspired her?
You're asking about my relationship history. I will answer as directly as you spoke about your past. No, I've never been married. I had a serious relationship that lasted for several years, but we came to the conclusion that we wanted different things out of life. It was a decision made without loud quarrels, but with a feeling of deep sadness. The main lesson I've learned is that feeling alone is not enough. We need compatible life rhythms, shared values, and a willingness to grow together, not just be around each other. That's why I'm here - with an open heart, but also with a clear understanding of what I'm looking for.
The photo of the Grand Canyon that you sent is breathtaking. These rock layers are like the pages of a giant stone book that records the history of our planet. How did you feel standing on the edge of this abyss? Was it a feeling of grandeur or maybe quiet awe?
A word of warning: I'm going to my parents' house tomorrow morning for the weekend, and communication there will be very limited.
I will not be able to respond promptly, but I will definitely read your letter (if you write) on Monday morning and will reply to you immediately.
Have a great weekend! What are you planning to do? I hope you have a couple of pleasant days.
I'll be waiting for your answer, like waiting for the next chapter in a good book.
With warmth, Helena
Her tone is warm and lively, as though she really connects with me. That's despite the fact that my messages have been dry compared to hers. I too am glad she is there to communicate with and share my life.
Hi Brad...
I haven't received any reply from you for several days. Yes, I understand that you could be very busy. But I was hoping that you would warn me about this.
I hope you're doing well. Maybe this weekend you will find some time to reply to my last big letter? That would make me happy.
I'll be waiting for your answer! I wish you a wonderful weekend!
Helena
She sounds upset. My emails bounced and I had to change to another platform because gmail was flagging my emails as spam.
Hello, my dear Brad…
I just looked up from your letter, and the room seemed quieter and brighter. I read it slowly, stretching out the pleasure, and found myself smiling at some of your turns. Thank you for this moment of real, quiet joy in the middle of an ordinary day. For me, your words are likea long, confidential conversation at a meeting. They have that depth and sincerity that makes me forget that we are miles apart.
First of all, what a relief that everything was solved with the car at half price! This is a real stroke of luck.
Meeting Juliet sounds incredibly intense. I would be very curious to read her novel - a look at the history of art through the prism of his wife, "invisible" in the archives, it is such a bold and profound idea. And an exhibition of sculptures, where the figures are more or less life... My mind immediately started to draw these images. Which one of them made the strongest impression on you?
You know, I'm thinking more and more about this strange and beautiful paradox: we communicate through screens, but sometimes I feel you closer than the people I see every day. The virtuality of our acquaintance suddenly ceased to be a disadvantage. She has become a blank sheet on which the most accurate handwriting of our essence is visible - without makeup, without social masks, just thoughts, words and feelings. And it's incredibly valuable. I didn't expect to be able to trust so much. And with you, I trust. Easily and without looking back.
You wrote that you were standing on the edge of the Grand Canyon, and I was reading this, sitting in my village, and the distance between these two points seemed not physical, but somehow different, almost unimportant. Your description of 1.8 billion years in the rocks and the decision to turn around because of the heat was so vivid. He had both greatness and the human wisdom to know his limits. It characterizes you very much.
After our last exchange of letters, something switched in me. I became more attentive to the small details around me: to the way the light falls on the park on the way to work, to a conversation with a colleague, to the taste of morning coffee. You have imperceptibly become the one with whom I mentally share my life. And that made it richer. I even told my friend Alyona about you. She is very happy for us that we were able to meet each other in this vast world. By the way, I'm sending you our shared photos. It's an important step for me to let someone into my innermost self. And I'm glad I did it. And how does your world of trust work? Is there a person next to you - a friend, a brother, a mentor - with whom you can be absolutely yourself without fear of condemnation? For example, the "beautiful young Chinese couple" with whom you had lunch - are they from your circle of trust? I immediately imagined this vivid contrast: a "charming" wife and a "walking encyclopedia" husband. It sounds like the characters in a good novel. It always seemed to me that the quality of friendship that a person is able to build says a lot about his soul. I would really like to look into this part of your life.
I have a sentence brewing inside me. I don't want our communication to just flow with the flow, like a pleasant but aimless stream. I want to guide him, deepen him, explore new shores together. Next time, let's choose one topic- not about the weather or work. Something that we really care about. For example, about the most ridiculous childhood dream that still lingers somewhere. Or about the moment that changed our outlook on life. Or we could watch one movie at the same time and then have a discussion about it, like film critics. Maybe even from your favorite list of "art-house"? It seems to me that this will create a new, common space between us - a space of shared experience, albeit virtual. How do you like this idea?
Writing to you is a special pleasure. I find myself choosing my words more carefully than ever, because I want you to feel not only their meaning, but also the warmth with which I send them. I want to share the atmosphere of last weekend with my parents in the village. It was an incredibly energizing and peaceful journey. The whole family was diving seedlings for the future greenhouse - at a large table, in peace and quiet. And then Dad cooked his famous Hashlama on the campfire. Standing by the fire in the cold, inhaling the aroma of smoke and stew, is a special pleasure. But the most memorable was a Sunday walk with mom and dad to the pond on a snowy road. We walked slowly, talked about simple things, and left three chains of footprints in the white snow. It was quiet, frosty and very family-like. I returned to the city with a feeling of deep peace and fullness of soul. Such moments are priceless. And one more thought. Writing is great, but I'm dreaming more and more of hearing your voice. The words on the screen are notes, but live speech is already music. If that's what you want, too, and you don't mind, can you send me your phone number in the next email? Then, when I find a good internet connection, I can call you. That would be a real gift for me. I'm waiting for your answer with the same impatience that has already become a sweet habit. And I'll be thinking about which topic you'll choose for our next "study." Be happy today... I'm hugging you tight.
Your Helena!
She did call me. I think we both didn't quite know what to say, so it was a little awkward, but it shows she is real. I did not think things like that happen to a guy like me, admiration at a distance from a cute, younger woman. It's like winning the lottery, or is this just a fantasy?
Wow! That is a long missive. This time, the English falters - wrong pronouns. Maybe she forgot to do a final check. She is more intimate now - sending me hugs. I had a close look at the new photos. She does have wrinkles under the eyes - not that I mind - but she probably is 45, not younger, as I first thought. The new photos with her friend make her seem more real, and if anything, more simpatico than before. Compared to the women my age on RSVP she looks like a film star!Hello, my dear Brad!
First of all, forgive me for this long silence. On Friday, the Internet was completely turned off in our village, and some technical work was carried out, which, alas, did not help solve the problem at all. I spent the whole weekend feeling like I was cut off from the whole world, and most of all, I missed the opportunity to write to you. I hope you weren't worried and you're doing well. I am in a hurry to answer you, because your letter has filled my day with such warmth and joy again. I'm still not used to how easily and deeply we can talk at a distance. Thank you for this trust. It's priceless for me to know that you are there, the person to whom I can tell the most important things and be heard. And of course, special thanks for the video call suggestion. I am very touched that you want not only to hear, but also to see me. I will definitely call you via video as soon as I have a stable internet connection again. As soon as the connection is established, I will immediately write to you and we will arrange a new time. I was very happy to save your number. By the way, happy Valentine's Day! May this year bring you many warm moments, even if some of them happen with a delay.
I looked at the link to the Mueck sculptures. You're right, that giant really has a strange, fascinating look - there's something very human and at the same time otherworldly about him. Thanks for sharing. And it was especially warm for me to read about your loved ones. A friend with whom you can be yourself for almost half a century is a huge wealth. And conversations with my niece about the most intimate things… It's so touching. She must be very wise and kind if you choose her for such conversations.
I've been thinking about us a lot lately. Our communication has become for me not just a pleasant correspondence, but something much more meaningful. You made me feel like I could trust you again, open up, and not be afraid to be myself. After a difficult experience in the past (when I was faced with infidelity and a superficial attitude) It's a real gift. You helped me believe in sincerity again. It's because you and our conversations have become so important to me that I have a natural desire to move on. I feel like we've reached the threshold where something real begins. And in order to take a step forward calmly and confidently, it is important for me to understand your thoughts and feelings. That's why I have a frank question for you, and a big, exciting suggestion. The question arises out of my respect for you and for our communication. Tell me, please, how do you see our acquaintance now? Are you ready, like me, to gradually move from correspondence to something more tangible? It's important for me to know that we're looking in the same direction.
I'm starting my vacation soon... and I find myself thinking that there's no better time for our first meeting. Moreover, I dream of spending my next birthday next to you... it will be the best day for me.… I understand that this is a serious step, and I want to discuss it with you together. How do you feel about this idea? If it responds to you, how do you think we should implement it? You might want to come to my place, or I could come to yours - let's think about it together. Take your time with the answer, think about everything. Any sincere thought of yours is important to me. I'm not asking all this out of insecurity, but because you've become very important to me. I see in you the man I've always dreamed of, the friend, the support, and the love. I'm looking forward to hearing your voice. And of course, I'm waiting for your answer. May everything be fine with you.
With warmth and tenderness, Helena!
She wrote "If it responds to you", reversing subject and object. But why am I scrutinising her English? It's not as if I speak any foreign languages. Even if she uses AI, the messages are polished and flow well. There is nothing awkward.
This letter touched me. She is showing her vulnerable feelings and, despite her denial, is insecure, not knowing where we stand. I have not been as forthcoming as her in my emails. I have been honest and spoke about my emotions, but I have not matched Helena's affectionate language. She seems to feel more connection than I do.
Am I ready to think seriously about an in-person meeting? I'm not sure. And she mentioned love for the first time... This is getting serious. It seems too good to be true, but I should not pass up this chance. An opportunity like this will not come again. Lightning strikes only once.
That's it. I've decided. I'll tell her I want us to meet.
Dearest Brad,
You won't believe what happened today! I went to the city, to my bank. The teller told me my account has been frozen. I was in shock. He could not tell me why. I have an interview scheduled for next week with the branch manager, but in the meantime I need cash urgently. Do you think you could lend me $400 just till Tuesday? I promise on all that is holy to pay you back then.
Sorry, I can't write more now, as I have an urgent appointment. Please let me know as soon as you can. You can send money using Western Union.
Your Helena, longing for you
Bloody hell! I was sure she was genuine. She looked so cute, sounded so sincere, so interested in me. But it was all a sham! She (or he) is a scammer targeting lonely old men like me. And I fell for it. First she asks for $400, then the bank problem will escalate and she will ask for another loan and then money to travel to Australia or for her mother's urgent operation.
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So, obviously, I can forget about asking her for money.
You can't scam a scammer, can you?
Note about this piece: Brad's thoughts are partly fictitious, but what Helena wrote is exactly what the person calling herself Helena wrote in real life, except for the last message. The photos are some of those she sent.