I thought I was solid, but I got tripped up by a 20-year-old and a translation app.

I was 38, working a hi-lo. She was a 10—a 15 out of ten on a scale if you ask me. She found out I was Russian and used Google or Yahoo Translate to text me «Privet, kak dela?» every morning. She’d spend her breaks in my car and send nudes I didn't ask for. She put in the work to get in my head, and I fell for it. I did, big time.

To be honest, I got confused. Should I stay cold? What if she actually does feel something? Should I do this, should I do that? I developed feelings, and it messed things up.

I didn't know how to handle it. I started drinking because I had no idea how to control those feelings without alcohol. I never had. I was always wasted when it comes to women. I got confused, and I eventually quit the job just to get out of there because I couldn't function without thinking about her. When I reached out later, she was cold. She called me a loser and needy.

I still have the photos. I haven't shown them to anyone because I told her I wouldn't. Maybe it's a highlight of my life.