Pg 12 - HOW IN THE HELL DID WE GET HERE? Part IV

A LOVE STORY - SHAMAL & DUSTY

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(HOW IN THE HELL
DID WE GET HERE? 

PART IV)

NOT easy. NOT easy.

So there we were.
 Talking seemingly so casually
and now I can look back and I realize 
we were about as causal and laid back 
as a pair of coiled mainsprings 
on steroids.

I suppose we kept finding out more 
discoveries and all.

THEN 
suddenly out of a clear blue sky 
he said,

"Dusty, DEATH is the ONLY THING 
that will EVER be able to take you 
away from me."

SILENCE.
DEAD 
so to speak 
SILENCE.

Then finally a sound of sorts. 
At least it sounded like someone 
softly weeping. 

Then I realized it was...
ME.

I told him.
"I am crying, Shamal."
"Why, you sad?"
"NO! You just said 
THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING 
ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME.
Truly. The MOST beautiful thing.

God. I am happy...and emotional, Shamal."
"Yeh yeh. I got all emotional when I said it honey."

"Yeh. Uh..honey?"
WHOA.


Course I WAS thinking about
other things like,

"Uh, about that DEATH thingy,
uh that was metaphorical...right?
DUDE?

Methinks me may put off a tad that making you my HEIR thingy and all that. JUST to be on the safe side." Not to mention many other inane and ridiculous things like that.

ACTUALLY,
I frankly don't remember much of 
anything that happened after that. 
We probably talked a bit more 
but it's all a blur. I was 
so overcome with the blunt way 
he had put what he said...
not to mention what he said. 

I mean.
In fact I don't much remember 
the next couple days. 

He kept coming to me, 
as I recall...
but I was still kinda 
in shock, you know?
 

BUT...

he had to get me 'on his side' so to speak.
Remember at this point, I didn't feel the same way for me. Not attracted, not in love with him. Nope. Friends yes, but...

 

So he had to work at it.

AND TRUST ME HE DID.

HE CAME AFTER ME WITH A VENGEANCE.

 

I kidded him.

"GEEZ, Shamal. You ain't gonna take no for an answer are you."
 He said
"NOPE."
 LOL. The varmit.

 

This went on for a time and GOD.
He was SO loving. I  mean LOVING,
and sweet, and kind and thoughtful
and well...

he just blew me away.
So I finally had no choice and gave in.
LOL.

I told him...
"Ok. YOU WIN, DUDE."

HAHAHAHAHHA

 

UP TO THIS POINT and for awhile yet,

there was NO talk of him coming to the U.S.

NO talk of immigration. We just talked about
'stuff' and love and 'stuff' and...

SO, the point is...
HE WAS GENUINELY BARING
HIS HEART AND SOUL TO ME.

 

HE said he was in love with me

because HE WAS.

and IS.

He had NO OTHER REASON

to say what he was saying. Nothing to do
with immigration or anything else. None, and we both knew it...nothing but
ONE THING.

HE LOVED ME, PERIOD!
He kept saying it until I finally
BELIEVED HIM!
I talked with him how I was feeling
his heart and he agreed.

THIS WAS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL TIMES IN MY LIFE.

I MEAN.

 

3-4 hours a day, talking. Laughing. Giggling, talking about our future. What we wanted
but not at first anything about HOW.

 

IT WAS INCREDIBLE. WONDERFUL.

HE just kept making me more and more
in love with him. And that was a surprise
since I had NEVER thought I would be 
or even could fall for him. HONEST.

 

We talked and talked, but nothing really

about him coming here. Then slowly, yes.

 

We began talking 

about him coming here 

and Immigration and...
he said he had looked into it and he wasn't
eligible for a work or student visa
OR a tourist visa.

Uh, what's left?
He knew what was left of course.
I DID NOT.

Oh, you wanna know all about 

how much 

FUN 

immigration is?

YEH RIGHT!

I wanna KILL 

a few of them people. 

Geez.

But, being the varmit that he is, he

LET ME GO OUT THERE INTO 
THE U.S. IMMIGRATION 
JUNGLE WITHOUT SO MUCH 
AS A 
PAPER MACHE 
MACHETE?

BASTARD. I shudda killed his ass 
right then and there and wudda, 
if not for the fact I am a stone WIMP.

About mid-way through the 2nd day of immigration 101, I came across the fact 
that D.O.M.A. had been struck down
in June, which opened the doors to 
same-sex couples being able to get 
Fiance and Marriage Visas just like 
opposite sex couples...which are easier, 
cheaper and faster than the other crap
and that he had found out 
he didn't qualify for anyway.

Weeely?
KEWL...

Hey this solve...
wait.

No good. Crap.
That Pakistani Arab you got hanging out? 
Like he will EVER
wanna
MARRY? 

YOU? 

GET A GRIP GLADYS.
GETTA GRIPPY!

So I figured I was back to square one but unfortunately square one was a dead end.

So I did what I always do of course. 
Freaked out. Dithered and dathered 
and dithered some more and of course 
in the middle of all that fun here he comes, 
and immediately suspects something is up. BECAUSE, 
you see, 
he KNEW.

SEE, 
(as I am sure you recall since it was only
a couple paragraphs back and even YOU
can't POSSIBLY have forgotten that
THIS fast, right?),

he found that shit first, just failed 
to mention it. YOU $*(&&*$$&*(,.
Make me go through all that dither and 
YOU KNEW?


MITTENS, THE SWORD PLEASE!

  Yeh, so he finally wormed it out of me
(ON THE THIRD DAY MIND YOU OF MY DITHERY MARATHON)
and do you wanna know his reaction? 
OF COURSE you do.

"REALLY? That sounds KEWL.
YEH YEH. 
LET'S DO IT. LET'S DO IT."

(You are laughing at me aincha,
Buckwheat).

"WHAT?
WHAAAAAAAAAAAT?"

(I been had methinks and me also thinks 
this is only the first of MANY MANY times 
I will  have been 'had' by this 
Pashtun polecat from Peshawar.
3 times fast. HAH!)

"UH..well, ok."
Course I had no clue how to do this, 
but since he had volunteered me 
to go work miracles well...

This has turned out to be like 
playing poker in the dark.
You may ultimately win but 
in the meantime you have NO clue 
what is going on or with or by whom.

NICE!

NO, not nice. This is a like a rat maze 
with me being the rat.

BUT, here we go.

Stay tuned. LOL.