I still remember the cracked plastic chair outside a tiny café in Mérida, the hum of motorbikes, and the smell of grilled arepas...
I sat on a plastic chair in a beach town near Puerto Plata. A cold beer sweated on the table. Under the palms,...
I wrote this for men who want less noise and more truth. Cuba taught me that a good match starts with clear talk,...
I still remember my first night in Kyiv. Snow in the air, warm lights on cobblestone, a small café that felt like home....
I walked through the quiet streets of Minsk on a cold evening. Snow fell in slow flakes. A small bakery threw warm light...
Snow stuck to my coat as I cut across Kraków’s Rynek. A bell rang from St. Mary’s, tourists drifted toward the square, and...
Hey there, I’m Justin Montney. A few years back, I wandered the cobbled streets of Sofia, Bulgaria, sipping coffee in a tiny café...
You want a real shot with a Cambodian bride, not games. Good. Here’s how I do it. Start clean: five honest photos, a...
Hey there, I’m Justin Montney, and I’ve spent years traveling the world to help guys like you find love abroad. On my first...
Hey there, I’m Justin Montney, and I’ve been all over the world helping guys like you find their dream partner. I’ll never forget...
I’ve spent years traveling the world, helping American guys like you find their dream wives abroad. One unforgettable night in San Juan, I...
I step off a late bus in Rio. Drums shake the street in Lapa. A woman with a quick laugh asks if I...
I stepped into Seville on a late afternoon and felt heat roll off the stone. Orange blossoms scented the air. A small tapas...
I’ll never forget my first night in Munich, sipping a frothy beer at a lively beer garden, when a radiant German woman named...
I’m Justin Montney. My work centers on one promise: I help men find a wife, and Italy often sits at the top of...
I have met men across the world who want more than dates—they want a real home and a true partner. One winter night...
Hello there! I will never forget when I was in Prague, sipping on a Pilsner in a little Old Town pub, when I...
Let me take you back to a chilly evening in Seoul, when I was strolling through a busy night market, with the heavy...
My first night in Ho Chi Minh City hit all five senses at once—motorbikes humming past, chili in the air, a bowl of...
I’m Justin. Cebu sold me on this place in one night. I sat under string lights at a busy market with a plate...
Snow hangs in the air over Kitay-Gorod. A clay bowl of shchi warms my hands. Across the table, Anya lifts an eyebrow after...
I stepped off the plane in Tokyo jet-lagged and wide-eyed. Neon washed the streets; vending machines hummed on every corner. I planned a...
If you want to find a Mexican wife, treat this like a real guide, not a fantasy. Nights in Oaxaca and weekends in...
Heat hit my face the second I stepped off the jet bridge in Bangkok. Tuk-tuk horns snapped in short bursts. Vendors haggle on...
Hey, it’s Justin Montney here! Picture this: I’m wandering Lviv’s cobblestone streets, jet-lagged but curious, when I stumble into a lively market. There,...
I still see that narrow tea shop in Shanghai. Steam rose from a clay cup, neon light cut across the window, and a...
I’m Justin. After too many dead ends back home, I booked short hops across Colombia and kept notes the whole way. Medellín hooked...