If you are a male member of ChinaLoveMatch you have likely noticed that suddenly we have a rash of beautiful Ukrainian women who are joining the website. We did recently let you know that we are starting to accept non-Chinese women as we are starting to get Chinese men registering too. We pretty well have to accept that Western or non-Chinese Asian women and Chinese men are starting to open up and are interested in each other more than before. They have a right to be included on the site.

I was reluctant to write this blog because I feared that I was moving backwards.

He/she makes me happy.

The main picture here, at least for most people, is a photo of 'god'.

So, July the 4th has just passed once again. The 'great state' celebrating its independence and freedom, and giving thanks to retired military that have fought for their government....sorry.....'country', in order to gain the 'freedom' that they enjoy today.

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"Wow, I haven't heard from you in a while", was my first reply to a Wechat message that popped up from my old boss. She's a Chinese lady with excellent English, but she was fired from our school for getting herself involved in a rather stupid scam that had been organised by rich parents with no brains, but that's another story. Apparently she now owns and operates a Training School. We always got on well.

Jenny and I sat at the lunch table in the refectory area of the university in China where I worked as an English teacher. Our conversation together was rather stilted, as neither of us understood the other person’s language. But we did a lot of grinning and gesticulating, that seemed to have the desired effect. Two pairs of impassioned eyes meeting, staring poignantly into eachother's soul, are arguably all that's needed for the most indepth conversation of all time. I sensed there was something special about this enigmatic lady. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, even as the hairs on my arms bristled.  Where would it lead?

My eyes flicker open. I awake in a bed that I have never slept in before. A young Chinese woman is above me. Where am I?

Inside was cool, quiet, and fuggy. Perhaps too quiet and too fuggy. But what did I expect? It was a nursing home, not a nursery school. No one was supposed to run around, tug your coat, and make funny faces at you.