Help me, David

David, you seem like a highly intelligent and intuitive person, so I would like to beseech you for your help. I am at such a loss in my situation, I simply have nowhere to turn. It all began last year, when I was corresponding with three girls from the Ukraine. Oh, they looked so pretty and their letters were so full of emotion; I allowed myself to get caught up in the whirlwind of romance, and began to invest my hopes in a future with whichever of the three turned out to be the lucky one. So, I planned a trip to visit these dear ladies, but in doing so it was necessary for me to advance some funds to them to enable them to come and meet me in Kiev. A mistake I know, but somehow I just cannot bring myself to do the sensible thing; I don't know, I guess I'm just one of those guys whose heart rules his head, and continuously loses out as a result. So, you can imagine the disappointment I felt when the first lady failed to appear, and the sadness and depression I felt when the truth began to dawn on me that she would not be coming at all. But this was as nothing compared to the resentment and bitterness that swept over me when Number 2 arrived, looking nothing like her photos and, to complicate matters further, answering to a different name. How sad, depressed, resentful and bitter I now felt. However, being a soft hearted loser, I melted and spent some time with this girl, and in spite of the fact that she could not speak a word of English, nor I Russian, I felt after our magical 24 hours together that I had known her all my life. In fact, I felt so close to her that I almost couldn't bring myself to part with her and send her back to her home town by taxi, at my own expense ($400) in order to meet with Number 3. At least I would speak to her on the phone when she got home... but no. She had given me a number that did not exist. I was confused at first, then it dawned on me, and I was consumed with a terrible anger and hatred. All alone, sad, depressed, resentful, bitter, terribly angry and filled with hatred. But tomorrow would be another day... Number 3 arrived, although strangely she did not show up at the airport as I had expected, since I had paid $700 for her round trip air fare (that is the going rate from Donetsk to Kiev, isn't it?). I was waiting there alone, and 2 hours after she should have arrived, she turned up in a taxi. There had been a problem with the flight, so she'd had to take the train instead. And in all the confusion, she had been unable to arrange accommodation in Kiev.. however, she had shown initiative in booking an executive suite at the Dnipro Hotel. All she needed was some help to pay for it; that was the least I could do. I must admit, I was mildly curious to see what an executive suite at the Dnipro looked like, but there was never a convenient opportunity for me to see it. Never mind, as long as she was comfortable. Well, we had a very busy day shopping in Kreschatik Street, and it was amazing how easily we found our way to the best restaurant in the city. I'll swear the manager recognised her, but I guess she just has that kind of face. She saw me off at the airport which was nice, as she was able to use the same car to return to the city afterwards (she needed a couple more nights in the hotel before the next available flight to Donetsk). But guess what? I only heard from her once after that! It wasn't the $3000 I spent on her which bothered me; it was the fact that I hear from her by accident (she sent a text message to her boyfriend using the mobile I bought for her, and sent it to me by mistake.) Imagine how hurt I felt! Imagine the feeling of utter betrayal and abandonment! I was lost (emotionally, as well as physically, since I had boarded the wrong plane and had just arrived in Istanbul). So there I was, alone, sad, depressed, resentful, bitter, terribly angry, filled with hatred, hurt, utterly betrayed and abandoned. And lost. So I turn to you my brother, in my hour of need. What words can you offer me to lift me from under this oppressive cloud? What hope can you offer me in this sad, bad old world? I know you will have a sensible answer, but the problem is, will I listen? Am I able to move on? I just don't know. Please take the time to consider my woes, and come up with some suggestions. I might listen, or then again I might not... but tell me anyway! Am I fighting a losing battle? Am I cut out for all of is? I think only someone of your calibre can help me, David! I need your advice (the longer the post, the better). I can't guarantee I will take the advice, but give it to me anyway. I will await with bated breath for the new hope which will emanate from your literary gems.

Oh yes, and this will be my last post on the subject.