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Not on My Bucket List

When Sam goes on a gay website looking for romance, he finds more than he bargained for. Rejecting all the usual requests for hook-ups, he searches for something more sincere. And he finds it in the most unexpected of places, as he is drawn to the profile of a man in a faraway place.<br><br>Amir, an Algerian descended from desert nomads, has posted a profile looking for the love of his life. Sam finds it amazing that a gay man born in the Algerian desert has the bravery to not only declare he is gay, but also to admit his dream is to find a husband to spend his life with.<br><br>While Sam doesn’t consider himself the marrying kind, he starts chatting with Amir, telling himself he just wants to learn about another culture. His friends laugh at him, saying this man just wants to use him to emigrate to the west and take him for his money. But he refuses to believe it, sensing a sincerity he has never seen with anyone else. The two begin a dialogue that moves to weekly Skype sessions, discussions of religion and world politics, assistance with life challenges and, finally, a declaration of love ... and an invitation.<br><br>Can these two men from vastly different worlds and cultures meet and find common ground for a romance? The challenges are great, and spending a life together seems like an impossible dream. While Sam’s friends continue to discourage him, he knows he cannot give up this man. Is Amir sincere, or is Sam being used?<br><br>There is only one way to find out if Amir is really sincere. And Sam knows what he has to do.

Tom Monroe · LGBT+
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55 Chs

Chapter 41

It was getting dark. The delay had cost me an hour of daylight travel. But I would be home by midnight, safe and secure in my own bed.

But alone.

* * * *

“They actually detained you at the border and asked you all kinds of questions?” Amir asked me, incredulous, at our next Skype session.

“Yes, but at least the woman was nice about it. She even seemed generally interested in our relationship. She didn’t question my story. If I had flown in through New York, it would have been much different and would have taken much longer. You will have to deal with that, Habibi, when you come over to visit me.”

“And when will that be?” he smiled.

“When is your next break from school?” I asked. It had been a week now since I had left him. He had completed his two-week teacher training course and would head back to school tomorrow.

“Well, the beginning of January, then maybe some time in March, and then July and August next summer.”