Dagmar Bezhyumanka was a woman on a mission to flush-out true love from its hiding place. She'd exhausted the traditional methods: blind dates, fix-ups, singles' bars, even hanging out in the produce section of the Jewel-Osco on Sunday mornings in hopes of snagging Mr. Right. No luck. Men in Chicago were more sophisticated than the dim bulbs back home … Continue reading In Pursuit
I tried everything: friends of friends, online dating and meetup groups. No luck. Then one day I took a walk in the desert, and there it was. Slithering out from under a rock with the rest of the snakes— my future ex-husband.