I feel a little awkward telling my personal love story for a number of reasons, not the least of which is that I fear boring my readers with a mushy story of how I met my man and landed myself here in the States. My other concern is that I sometimes receive negative attention from those who don't tend to favor a cross cultural relationship such as my own... Ie. other Arabs, because I've yet to get that kind of negative attention from a Western individual.
Funny really, that he and I should be considered cross cultural when we really are identical in almost every way, except he's got male bits and I female... But anyway...
I pride myself on being an awfully sensible young lady who's never prone to making rash decisions, but something compelled me to meet the man I now suspected to be in love with. (I would NEVER EVER condone anyone making as dangerous a move as this. Don't ever meet up with someone you met on the Internet alone. If you're going to do it, at least make it a double date or something. I was just lucky that my man happened to not be a psychopath.)
Even though there are plenty of details I left out that would have made for great story telling, I feel they should be left alone for a number of reasons.
Anyway, ten years later, I'm a proud step- and biological mother, and very happy wife.
PS: I threw in an image of From Here to Eternity as I felt it summed up my love life... Hot, wet, and with sand in inconvenient places. I know, I know, that was a cheap shot.