It becomes clear that the dating scene in Odessa is not all it seems.
"I wrote to one lady and said she had nice hair, but she didn't even reply to say thank you." Faced with so many women to choose from at the social, he had no idea where to start. I am not used to being outgoing, or talking to ladies, so I didn't know what to do." Others find it easier: within half an hour, Mohammed from Saudi Arabia has his arms around two women and is throatily growling "Nothing Else Matters" by Metallica on a karaoke system.
They populate Odessa's numerous terrace cafés, stroll in hordes through its parks, and fill the plush velvet seats of its 19thcentury opera house.
A foreign man, usually though not always over 60 and American, sits with a Ukrainian girl, probably in her twenties and strikingly attractive.
But when they arrived in Odessa, in the vast majority of cases, the women were nowhere to be seen.
Some of them turned off their phones, others arranged dates but did not arrive.
He is beginning to wonder whether Ukrainian women might be just as bad as their American counterparts.