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To Whom It May Concern:
I first saw Yuyun and Sheldon’s site in 2006 and was impressed because they were so ‘one-on-one’ and personal. That’s something you hardly get anymore these days. Anyway, after a year of procrastination (that’s a nice way of saying, “not DOING anything”) I decided to make a commitment to come and visit them.
I told a few of my friends about my plans. Some supported me and some thought I had lost my mind. They would say things like,
“Sounds too good to be true to me.” “Sure, you’re gonna get there and find out that it’s a guy, but only after he takes all your money.” and “Don’t you know how many scams there are in that area? They’re probably all hookers" My cousin is a sailor on this ship and… “I hope you know what you’re doing. I don’t want to hear that you got your head cut off -- those people are crazy over there.”
One of my friends was angry with me because he thought he was going to ‘lose’ me. (he’s ok now that he knows that I’m ok.) But I decided DO IT. What’s the worst that could happen? I get off the plane to find out that it’s bullshit – so I have a nice little vacation for a couple of weeks and fly back. BUT I TRIED! That was worth it to me. I am the type that doesn’t give up easily. Haha. Sometimes I am beating a dead horse, but, at least I don’t give up.
You only get one shot, and before this I was thinking that my shot had already misfired. But I started thinking, “Why can’t I have what I want? If there really IS a woman like that, what’s stopping me from making her my wife - forever? I know how to treat a woman right, so why do I have to have someone who’s going to nag me and drive me crazy… AND - that’s selfish, fat and old???” Really, that’s what I was thinking. I was sick and tired of ‘settling’ for 2nds or 3rds.
After receiving my deposit, Sheldon gave me the contact information to all the girls that I picked out, and I began writing letters. I introduced myself and got a few replies, and began writing back and forth to several. By the way, I am 55 years old. Several girls in their 20’s were interested in me. Nothing ‘clicked’ yet though. I really was looking for the woman of my dreams… really. I wasn’t planning on ‘trying’ this. This was IT for me. I had to change my plan from arriving in Jan-Feb ’08 to October ’08 because of business concerns.
Well, then one of the girls wrote me back and WOW. There was an instant ‘wow’ in my mind. You know how it is. Like being shot with cupid’s arrow. Now, I’m not stupid, I know how to be rational and careful, but this girl was really special so I wrote back again and again. After a few weeks I knew I was hit bad, haha, and I quit writing to anyone else. After a couple of months I wrote to Sheldon to tell him how smitten I was and not to worry about introducing me to anyone else.
Erika tells me that she fell in love with me too after that first month. I don’t know how ‘typical’ she is but Sheldon tells me that the women here are like that. Once they fall in love and commit to you – it’s forever. I know that Erika is like that.
We would talk on the phone every day at least twice a day and then spend a couple of hours chatting on Yahoo Messenger with web cam. This was my special time every evening (her morning). Erika is from the city. Jakarta to be exact and did have access to an internet café, something that most of the girls on the site DO NOT have available in the village.
Back to my story: I arrived on October 10th and Erika and her son, Ari (9 years old), met me at the airport. I had proposed to her on webcam. Yeah, I know – I’m crazy. Haha. She still asks me that every day. “Can I ask you something?... Are you crazy?” to which I simply respond.
“Absolutely!” and give her hugs and kisses.
We were married on the beach at Putri Duyung in Jakarta and are now living happily ever after.
If you are interested in having a happy ending too, contact Sheldon and Yuyun and find the woman of your dreams. I did. – and I don’t mind if you write to me either. I would be happy to answer any of your questions. My email is: jhbrandt@yahoo.com
Sincerely,
John H. Brandt
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