Why did I come to Canada?! Part 5 of 27

I was so nervous, I did not want to meet him anymore, I did not wish to see him, and I wanted to go back. It was too late because he recognized me from the crowd and said hello, smiled and showed me his perfect teeth.

He was wearing a vintage brown leather jacket, black shirt and dark blue jeans, he was taller than I had expected, had an athletic built and was even hotter in person then in the pictures. I nearly passed out due to his hotness.

I was wearing a black fitted long jacket, black long sleeve blouse, dark blue pencil skirt, black stockings and pumps.

He was so pleasing to the eye; he gave me a quick little peck on the lips and asked me how the flight went. I joked and told him:

-- Well, I was scared that I was going to see some old fat man and I won’t be able to go back to California.

It was a dream, I was going to be happy, he is handsome, he loves me, we love each other; we will have really good looking kids. I went to exchange my currency and got $450 Canadian dollars.

We took a cab home, once inside we could not stop looking at each other. It was frigid cold and I was wearing a coat meant for Californian weather not for arctic conditions, I was freezing.

I got to his place; it was an apartment building like the ones I’ve seen in the movies of New York City. NOT the Manhattan lofts like the ones in sex in the city, but more like a CSR crime investigation scene just a bit cleaner.

We opened the door and the odor of old tobacco was so potent, it smelled like if a dirty old man lived there, (no offense to anybody that is older but that’s just how my mind associated it) I started gagging and grasping for air, he asked me if I was OK, I said

--yeah I am just a little queasy from the flight.

I did not want to tell him that his place smelled like shit.

It was a tiny studio with an old small stove ,mini refrigerator, twin bed, an ancient TV and VCR, an old dusty sofa and a itsy bitsy tiny winny coffee table that look like a stool. I was shocked; I have never seen anything like it. How can he live in these conditions? Why didn’t he tell me this before?

He excused himself to go the bathroom and I saw it as a great opportunity to check his closest and see is he has anything compromising like a rope and black plastic bags or anything that would let me know he was a serial killer. I was astounded to see his clothes and shoes all name brands: Gucci, Armani, Louis Vuitton, Fendi, and Prada. I wonder how he could afford all this and still live in a shitty place.

He apologized for the condition of his apartment and told me that he did not have much because he was planning on moving soon.

I left my luggage there and was preparing for a night in the town. We went to a restaurant and had Middle Eastern food, it was delicious. The bill came and he asked me if I could pay for it because the bank was holding his check for a couple of days, I accepted after all he will soon be my husband.

It was early hours in the morning, I was having the time of my life.Yes I totally saw myself living this life, maybe we did not have riches but we had each other and I will work and help him build our love nest.

To be continued...

Why did I come to Canada?! Part 3 of 27

Things at home were going from bad to worse. In College we had a teacher’s strike and suspended all classes until further notice. Weeks passed and the school faculty announced that we were going to miss this semester and will have to start classes in spring. I was glad because now I can spend more time with piercedtongue.

I had 5 months to get ready to meet him, I said to myself: well, now that we meet face to face, if there is chemistry we continue and if there isn’t then I just cut all ties with him. Easy as 1, 2, and 3 I thought.

It was the beginning of November and 4 months to go. My uncle and my cousin that I have not seen since I was 12 years old came to visit. My mother was mean and rude to me, she offended me in front of them and I would talk back to her trying to make her feel stupid.

That night, my uncle, cousin, two brothers, mom and I went to a department store, my mother asked everyone to pick an early Christmas present .I was looking into getting a perfume bottle and she told me in front of everybody

--no, not you, you are still living at home that is enough of a present.

I was so humiliated and acted like it did not bother me and could not wait to get to my room so I could start crying in peace. Later my cousin asked to come to my room, my face was puffy and my eyes were red, he then sat there and told me
--just be patient and keep your mouth quiet, save enough money and leave this house.
The next day I woke up and over heard my mother talking on the phone with one of my aunts, saying

--I don’t know why she still living at home, why doesn’t she move away, she is old enough. I can’t wait for my other boys to be 18 and just leave me alone.
I came out the room to take a shower and everybody was looking at me, no one was saying anything but I felt everyone (except my mom) being nice to me and feeling sorry. I hated that feeling of compassion towards me, it made me feel even more humiliated.

I knew it was time to go.

I spoke to piercedtongue, he told me that I should not take that and that I must go to Canada and marry him and he will take care of me. I asked if the offer of paying ½ of my ticket was still standing because I had very few money saved. He told me that since he was thinking that I was going to leave in 4 months he did not have money saved for my ticket. He said to pay for it myself and he would reimburse me once I get there.

I went to a travel agency and bought a one way ticket to Canada, the lady in the frontdesk was puzzled on why I was only buying a one way ticket to Canada, before she asked I told her that I had family there and that they offered to pay for my ticket on my way back. We both smiled and left it at that.

I went to visit my friend from Yemen with who I had a fling but then became good friends. He was against this right from the get go, he told me that Piercedtongue was not an honest man, that honest middle eastern men don’t act this way. I told him that I made up my mind and showed him my plane ticket. He was silent for a moment and wished me the best.

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Why did i come to Canada?! Part 2 of 27

My best friend was concerned, she gave me advice to be best of her knowledge but I wasn’t listening, of course I was scared, but I also was enjoying having him in my life.

I was always thinking about him, we were on the phone 24/7. He would call me to wake me up, I called him during my lunch hour and right after work, he called during school brakes and after school, it was insane. He told me that he wanted to marry me that he was tired of being alone. We were making plans for the future, our future.


At church I was not there physically, I was somewhere else lost in the limbo, still thinking about him, thinking on how are we going to work this out, is he serious about this? Does he want to marry me and start a family? Do I want to start a family? With a guy that has a different religion then mine? All I knew was that this time I am not going to let my insecurities keep me from true love.

I could not confide with anybody in church, I felt that they were all puritans, they will never understand. I must have been acting strange because a church member approached me and said:
-- I know it is not my business but you look different
--I said different how?
--He said are you seeing someone?

He was married to a very lovely woman they were a young couple; he seemed trustworthy so I confided in him. I told him, he was from Canada but I never mentioned that I met him online, that I have never seeing the guy in person. I told him that he was Muslim and that I loved him.

I did not feel that he was judging me like I’ve felt with other people before. He was calmed and he gave me a wise advice, he said it did not matter if he was Muslim but I should really think about setting some ground rules if I wanted to be in a serious relationship. He asked if he could meet him and that he will be praying for us. Of course he cannot meet him; I have not even met him myself. I said yes sure, you will meet him one of these days.


I talked to piercedtongue and we talked about religion, I told him that I cannot change my religion, that my kids when they are young will go to my church, I did not want him to control they way I dressed, I was not ok if he decided to have more than one wife, and that I had a stereotype that Middle Eastern men were very controlling and wife beaters. He agreed to my demands and said that this will not be a problem; He laughed and said that Middle Eastern men thought that most American women were whores; he asked me if it was true I said NO! It is not true, and then he said,” see, it is just a silly stereotype”
I felt assured in knowing that we already talked about these issues and we came to an understanding.
All I had to worry was to be happy and prepare myself for my new future.

To be continued…