another story

Submitted by EyesLikeTheMoon (United States), Aug 26, 2013 at 01:31

When I met Mohammed a year ago I kept reading stories of Egyptian men. 99% were bad stories. I never talked to him with the hope of a relationship, it started off as a friendship and slowly built to love.

Those 99% bad stories, I figured were because people like to complain and be heard when something is bad, rarely when something is good.

Mohammed was educated, , worked in the medical field. His entire family was also educated with respected careers. They owned their own home (not an apartment) that was beautifully decorated. His parents very wonderful, open minded people.

He would spend hours with me on skype and on the phone calling and texting with me. We talked about everything from religion, to politics, to our personal dreams/hopes of the future, our careers (both in the medical field), our families, and about our own future together.

He had me meet his friends on skype, his entire family including aunts, cousins, etc. He wanted to meet my family also, and then he suggested our families meet.

They invited me to come to Egypt to stay with them so I could meet everyone in person. I stayed in their house, I ate meals with them, traveled around to meet everyone. There were days Mohammed would have to work and I stayed home with his mom and brothers and I had so much fun with them.

I went back home more in love then I had ever been. Not just with him but his entire family. Those 99% stories were wrong, the egyptians were wonderful people, I had the man of my dreams who treated me so perfect, who constantly told me he loved me.

and then....

I find out I was not the only girl he had. Not one, not two, not three, but 4 girls at least that I found out he was talking to at the same time as me. Telling him the same words he would tell me, using the words I would tell him on these girls, I also found out about many past girls that stopped communicating with him. All the same words, the words he used to win my heart. My Mohammed, this educated, religious, sensitive guy who won my heart, was no longer the man I knew.

4 girls was the amount I found out about. I had a chance to contact each one of them about their relationship, how long it had been going on for, etc. 4 girls... 4 that I knew about and I was the only one stupid enough to go meet him! to have plans to marry him.

He never once asked me for money, in fact he offered to buy my ticket to come see him (although he said he knew i would say no because I am very independent).

We only started talking about sex after months of talking and when we both finally declared we loved each other. He was a virgin and was proud of it, it meant everything to him to keep his virginity until he was married.....

All these things these 99% stories warn us about he did not do.

He had also asked me to live in Egypt many times.

I want to tell my story because I believed him, I was getting ready to change my life to be with him forever, change my life in a big way.

Each girl I talked to told me the same thing that they believed him because his words felt so true.

He had asked each one of them about visa to their countries, he never really asked me about a visa to America but we had talked about getting married. Each one of them he invited to Egypt, he couldnt wait to marry them, to spend his life with them and to give them his virginity.

It's taking me a long time to get over him. I mourn for the future we had planned for the man I thought he was. He touched my heart and my mind in a way no one had ever touched before.... and to realize it was all pretend killed me.

I'm not saying all egyptian men are like him or like the other 99% horror stories you read about but I want to caution that even when you go with caution, when everything looks safe sometimes it is not.

I also read a lot that these stories are about older women. I'm young, I'm educated, I'm the "typical all american" blonde hair, blue eye, 5'6", 115lbs girl who loves fashion and sports, who loves to read, travel, likes politics, different cultures, etc etc. I get asked out a lot here, but he was the one who started off as a friendship and i felt I had such a deep connection with, i wasn't with him because I couldnt find love in my own country.

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