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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 46

When I woke up, a check of my watch told me that a couple of hours had gone by. Amir had gotten up, and I called out for him. He came into the room, smiling, and he was already dressed.

“Why aren’t you still in bed with me?” I demanded.

“There will be time for more of that later,” he smiled. “You must be starving. I will go out to the markets before they close and bring us enough food for at least dinner and breakfast. You need your rest. Go back to sleep. I will prepare us a meal and wake you up.”

“But I want to go with you.”

“Ah, but remember my rule,” he smiled. “I will get a much better price on things if you are not standing nearby. We will explore the markets together tomorrow afternoon when we are buying more things to fill the refrigerator. You can point to the things you want then, return here, and I will buy them for you.”

“Just promise me one thing,” I said to him.

“What is that, Habibi?” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking my leg.