BENZiG
Model Stolen from my Buddy Jo Ann
10:00 AM, Saturday Morning, September 6, 2008:
Katia is age 20 and from Odessa in the Ukraine. She follows the standard practice of calling herself Russian because she was born to Russian parents in Odessa. In that part of the world, it matters not where you are born, but the nationality of your parents. She is Russian!
Katia speaks English better than her mother Olga, who seems to be in her early 40’s. Olga is a pediatrician, but is not licensed to practice in America.
Because Katia speaks better English, she calls posing as her mother. Katia’s problem is that she falls in and out of character, sometimes answering as Olga, sometimes as Katia. I know none of this at the time.
Katia calls on Thursday:
Katia posing as Olga: “Hi Mike. This is Olga. I need a place to stay for awhile, and Anastasia thought you could help.”
The voice on the phone sounds young. Russians tend to be hotter than hell, highly educated, and real women. I cannot believe my good fortune.
We chat awhile, and I invite her to see the place.
Seneca: “You can’t come Sunday, as I’m taking Natasha out.”
Katia posing as Olga: “How old is she?”
I do think that’s a forward question, but I answer anyway.
Seneca: “About forty, I think. How old are you?”
Katia, forgetting she is supposed to be Olga, answers for herself: “Twenty!”
I begin to tremble. I have a 20-year-old Russian girl who wants to live with me!!!
Seneca: “Are you working here?”
Katia, forgetting she is supposed to be Olga, answers for herself: “I’m beginning work on my Masters Degree.”
My head is spinning!!! A 20-year-old who’s working on her Masters and is Russian!!! And she wants to live with me!!!
There is a God!!!
There is a God!!!
So she’s coming over Saturday at 10:00 AM to see the place. I cannot believe my good fortune!
Saturday rolls around, and a car pulls up.
Katia hops out with a huge smile.
I am in heaven!
Gorgeous.
Feminine!
Slender!
Hot!
My idea of a Russian woman!
Now it’s my turn to fall out of character, and I begin calculating how much I’ll pay HER to live with me!
Then my heart plummets!
Seneca: “What??? It’s not you??? It’s your mother???”
Then I realize there is another woman, Olga, with her.
Seneca: “Oh. Hi, Olga!”
Geez! What a let-down! But maybe not!
Olga is also a typical Russian with very blue eyes and a mane of light blonde hair tied up, but falling everywhere. Not bad!
Fortunately, the girls conclude that my place is just too far from Lincolnshire, where Olga works, and turn down my accommodations.
Katia returns to Odessa in two weeks to begin work on her Masters.
Perhaps she’d like me to accompany her!!!
Haven’t heard from her yet!!!
