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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 6

“In my case, the group I worked with for six months was not paid a thing for our labor. When we were released by our employer, the other members of the group turned to me and begged me to be their leader and somehow find a way to sue to get the wages we were due. But I could do nothing. We did not have the money to hire a lawyer.

“My last days in Spain were spent homeless and on the street. I spent many nights sleeping on a park bench until my family could send the money to get me home. After that I went through months of severe depression, and hardly left the house. My time in Spain is a painful memory that I try not to think about anymore.”

“Oh, Amir, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up unpleasant memories. But did anything positive come of that experience? Is that perhaps when you realized you had a talent for languages? And would you ever go back to Spain if it was to meet me there for a vacation?”