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A Hungarian and an Irish….

asandrat — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 13:05:47 +0000

I was in love, truly, deeply in love….with my ex-boyfriend over 2 years ago…We broke up as it usually happens when you are 18. It was an ugly ending I still loved him..Could not have stayed in Hungary any longer, needed a change.

I quit my job and said goodbye to my family, came to Ireland to start my life all over again. I missed him, I missed him a lot but I have always been a strong women so I knew I cannot give up. I settled down in the heart of Dublin, got an okay job, got friends. Had my life just like before him..Never thought I would fall in love with somebody again (at least not any soon). Once I was spending time on my Facebook. I saw this advertisement about that website called ‘Love struck’, I just said to myself why wouldn’t I try it out??? I registered..never did anything like that before as I never believed in the way like that to find your true love. Of course the website like that started to ask me lots of question, I had to set up a proper profile and I just got so fed up and left in the middle of it.

Few days later I received an email from ‘Love struck’ which said that I should definitely go back and complete my profile as I might lose the chance to meet somebody and that my biological clock is clicking. I was so pissed, my biological clock???? I was 21…so I just went back and finish up my site. Never cared about it after that. I really don’t know how long I didn’t check my page there, I started to go out with the guy (which was the biggest disappointment in my life)…

Once I just thought what not I’ll go and have a look…Found a few guys, left a few message to them. Also found a guy who had written on his profile that he is looking for a beautiful, smart, funny, intelligent but serious girl (which was certainly everything), I remember thinking he must be a funny guy, reading his profile a bit further he just said “if you like what you read send me one email or two or three”…that was a sentence made me write him a message. Although that time I hadn’t had any profile picture and good English he answered me back…I didn’t know what was going on in his mind but we started to talk. We used to change emails two-three times a day, it was like we have been together years and now we are just spending some time apart. We talked about everything, we knew each other more then anybody else. The time went on and we decided it to meet up. Didn’t work. I really don’t know how people do this but after two months talking when I met him I couldn’t introduce myself or anything like that. It was weird and awkward. We didn’t kiss and then I left. On the way home I thought this has been an awful date we will never see each other again. I was disappointed but I didn’t regret any moment we spent by emailing each other. When I got home I had an email waiting for me. An explanation about why he acted so weird and what he really feels about me. We agreed about an other date, next day beside the see. I had not too much hope to be honest that anything can go better, but it did. We had a wonderful time together. We didn’t kiss but it was still the best day.

Days were passed, we had dated for a while until I got extremely drunk and started to send him text messages about what and how I want to do with him. Next day I was terrified that I lost him but no I didn’t. It just made him realize how much he wants the same thing and how much he wants me to be his girlfriend. I spent the night with him, that was the first night we spent together….

A few months later he went to America, it was a business trip. Not too long but enough to makes us finally realize we are in love. When he came home it was the first time we said, we love each other…

It has all been over a year. We are living together now and have an adorable little dog as well. We have arguments of course, and fights several times but I know that I can’t be happier than that.

My life has been totally changed. I left my country, my family, my friends but I found my new home, my new family…

Since I know he is my better half, I cannot imagine my life without him the only thing I can’t wait for is to be his wife and make him happier then ever.

Thank you ‘Love Struck”

The Incredible And True Story Of Jimmy And Jazzy

jimmybalogh — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 11:24:17 +0000

The Incredible And True Story Of Jimmy And Jazzy

Jimmy B was just beginning his second hour as DJ at an exclusive Jersey Shore Nightclub. As he was cueing his next selection, a weird yet amazing feeling swept over him. He looked up from the Turntable and glanced off into space. Suddenly, he realized that a beautiful woman was returning his stare, as she chalked her pool-stick up and prepared for her next shot. As a DJ in a exclusive Club, seeing attractive women was not an unusual thing. BUT……THIS woman was MAGICAL! To cut a LONG STORY SHORT, they met, exchanged phone numbers and the night ended. For the next ten months, MANY phonecalls and Emails were exchanged. But ever a true “date”. Then, suddenly Jimmy B’s cellphone began to ring as he was preparing to do his laundry. It was Jasmine, ACTUALLY ASKING HIM IF HE WOULD GO TO DINNER WITH HER! That date was followed by MANY OTHERS, and they fell in love!!! Then, as they were chatting about the subject of Marriage, Jimmy B reached for a tiny bag, and handed it to Jasmine. She quickly opened it——– IT WAS AN ENGAGMENT RING!!!!! AND SHE SAID YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Wedding Day was scheduled for September 9th, 2006! And, days FLEW by! Jasmine selected a dress, the Couple selected their Parties and Life moved on QUICKLY! Jasmine and her Mom went to Jasmines’ FINAL Dress Fitting together, on August 18th, 2006. They had a quick Dinner, and the Fitting occurred. Jasmine hopped in her car and went to pick up Jimmy from his return by Train from his day job as a Research Chemist. She waited as his usual train pulled up……AND LEFT. There was NO JIMMY. So…..she waited longer and longer. Train after train came and left—– STILL NO JIMMY. She looked up at her watch—— ONE HOUR had passed. If there was a TRUE Delay, Jimmy would have called her. NO CALL AND NO JIMMY. Jasmine began to experience a WEIRD feeling that something bad may have happened. Here it was, only THREE WEEKS before their Wedding Day. Wouldn’t it be insane if something crazy happened? Like if he got HIT BY A CAR only THREE WEEKS before their Wedding?

Well, as crazy as that appears, THAT IS EXACTLY what happened! Being a “Green” person, Jimmy B would travel on his Transit Bicycle to the West Windsor Train Station, get on the train, and head home to West Keansburg, NJ. On THIS day, though, he NEVER made it to the Train Station. For, on the road RIGHT NEXT to the Bike Path, there was a horrific auto accident! One auto tried making a late left turn, hit an auto heading in the opposite direction, caused it to flip on its’ side, and it STRUCK Jimmy B moving at 45mph! Jimmy B, on his bicycle, flew 50 feet in the air and landed on HIS HEAD! So……just three weeks before The Wedding Day, Jimmy B was nearly killed!

Jasmine went home and saw that there was a Phone Message! She thought it might be Jimmy. As she played it, the following spewed out of the machine——- “Hello, Kitty. This is The Emergency Room at Fuld Hospital in Trenton. We are calling ALL numbers in a cell phone we have that belongs to an individual that is in a Coma and on Life Support in our Hospital. If you have ANY information on this person, PLEASE CALL US BACK”. SO……..KITTY (Jasmine) called back! And the reason that I had her identified as KITTY was because she LOVED Cats……and she was Persian. I made her The Persian Kitty!

When Jasmine called the Phone Number, she asked ONE THING! “Please tell me that he IS BREATHING!”. Their Reply—– “With the help of a machine”. SO…….here was a Persian Woman, just three weeks from her Wedding Day, and just hours after her FINAL Wedding Dress Fitting, PRAYING that her Fiance WOULD LIVE!!!!!!!

Well, I DID live! Even though the Medical Personnel warned Jasmine that IF I DID come out of Coma, I may be a Vegetable For Life….. I made it! Here was a woman, INSTEAD of planning a Honeymoon and Life, had to plan for my Rehabilitation! She, instead of becoming MY WIFE, had to go to Court to become my (because of unsureness when IN Coma) LEGAL GUARDIAN!!!!

Months passed…. I was determined to have SEVERE TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY. I had to first learn who JASMINE WAS! Then, I had to learn who I WAS! I was admitted to Kessler Rehab! I had to learn HOW TO GO BATHROOM! HOW TO CLEAN MYSELF! HOW TO TALK! TO WALK! As, later, an Outpatient, I had to relearn how to think! There is a TV Show called “Samantha Who” that is true!!! It summarizes what someone with TBI has to overcome!

On May 17th, 2008 WE MARRIED!!!!!!! We not only got married, but WE BEAT THE 65% of couples after TBI that BREAK UP!!!!!

WE MADE IT!!!!!

Jimmy

Faizan And SAUDI GIRL

faizan0072 — Wed, 29 Dec 2010 11:15:20 +0000

SALAM
my name is Faizan i am from Pakistan.
Its ,y true story
I met a girl on Shared talk i use it because its a language website and i always use voice chat there so one day i have found Hanaa She was from SAUDI ARABIA . I talked to her a little then i asked her skype id she gave me and then we start talking there . I talked her that day for 1 hour . When she came online its very late here so i did not talked her too much . Next day she came online and she told me that i should be her brother i was surprise and was thinking why she is saying that . I asked her and she said i will fall in love if i will talk to her . I lied to her and said i m already in love with anyone .
Its hard to understand non-Muslim people but Muslim will understand because in Saudi Arabia girls do not talk with boys thats why she is saying that .
After that one day i was very upset because i had many problems she asked me why i am upset i told her that i have many problems then she said everything will be all right she will pray for me and she also told me that she loves me . i was very shocked . The culture of SAUDI ARABIA is very different and not like EUROPE or ASIA . I asked her why she loves me she said she does not know then she disappeared for many day. I did not think about her too much . When she came back she told me that she had exams and also she went to DUBAI . Then we start talking each other again .
I asked her about her picture she sent me her picture that was only her eyes i said what is this she said she can not show me her picture.
In Saudi Arabia girls always have Nakab its like you can only see there eyes
so i said all right and i saw her room picture and house , her life was like a queen she was very rich and she has a nice life .
i always have a dream that a queen will come for me she was the same i was very happy that i have founded the queen of my life .
Then i gave her my cell number and we started talking there .She called me a lot but i cant it was so costly for me to call her but i sent her messages . I even remember the places from where i sent her messages my bed my stairs the roads all the places she was really a queen.
Then i typed a letter for her she was very upset because she said i do not love her . I was not sure that is i love or what I typed a big letter and when she was reading we were on call on Skype .She start crying i can even listen her voice while crying I tried to stop her but she muted the MIC .
Things went wrong when i had a dream about her I saw that i am going to marry a girl and she has a Nakab and her name is Hana . I told her that dream and she told me that she had dreams about me then i forced her to tell me her dreams she just told me some . After that i thought that i am in love with her because my only work was to finished my work give her a miscall (when ever i gave her miscall she came online ) and start talking with her on voice .
One day she told me her parents want her to marry her cousin . She was crying and telling me that she wants to marry me . i was scared also because i knew that soon she will leave me alone . I said to her that pray for that that we will marry I was a fool it was impossible to marry her i was in PAKISTAN she was in SAUDI ARABIA.
The same time i was forcing her to show me her picture she said her cousin and his parents will come with a marriage porpusal at 4PM. We were since the morning. then at last i said i will not speak just type because you are not showing me your picture she said all right . Then i was typing and she was speaking then she said its 4pm she has to go and she also said to me that pray for her. After that she called me on my cellphone i said hellow she said she wanted to listen my voice and she cut the call. I went to sleep after that . When i woke up i saw messages in Arabic from hers cell number i replied in English i do not know Arabic then again i got messages in Arabic. I asked about them on shared talk then people said that its her mother and she is abusing me a lot .
I was shocked . what is happening to me
and to her . Then i received e-mail of her friend She told me that Hana locked in a room because she refused to marry her cousin and she can not contact me again her mother red all my messages that i sent to her . and also her friend said to me that i should forget her and she will say to Hana that i will forget her also because i love her .
but i said i will never forget her .
Then after some days Hana called me and said her mother is in bathroom she is using cell and she told me that she was sick a lot her mother came from Hajj from Mecca and Hana was is Abha the other city .
After that i received her e-mail she said she is going to Mecca and she will contact me from there and will marry only me otherwise she will die . Then after some days her friend sent me e-mail and said Hana is married and she was in Jeddah because her mother lied to her and took her in Jeddah and she is married now . Then next day she told me that Hana husband hit her because Hana was not allowing him to touch her and she is in hospital University Hospital Jeddah and she is in Coma i prayed for her a lot then after some days her friend said to me that she opened her eyes and she will be fine soon . Then the same day at night i got a message from Hana cell phone that was something ion Arabic
i asked to some Arabic people on internet and they told me that its written that Hana is dead .
I sent e-mail to her friend she replied m that Hana is dead i forced her to tell me the hospital name she hardly told me and i called there many times they said they did not have any patient named Hana . I asked to her friend a lot she said that same that Hana is dead i asked her why in hospital her name is not registered she said its a murder and her husband is in Prison thats why hospital is hiding her name…….. after that i prayed to GOD a lot but Hana did not contact me I am still not sure that i was in love wit her or not but i start crying sometimes that i killed her if she is dead just because of me i always talk to Arabic people and asked to them if they know Hana but everybody says NO….

Internet con man

wounded bird — Sat, 11 Dec 2010 19:28:19 +0000

In 2005, I met a man on Match.com who claimed to have had a long and successful life as a drag racer, a railroad man, and a real estate agent. He told me he owned a house on the water in Mukilteo, Washington, USA, that he had an assistant under LRE LLC, and that he owned five classic cars, a model train collection, and a huge art glass collection. By the time I finally saw his house, cars, trains, and glass, I was already hooked. Within the first year, I found out that the cars had been sitting out in his yard with weeds growing through them, the assistant was actually the ex-girlfriend and real estate partner (who owned a third of the house and had produced half of his income for him), and his art glass collection, with one exception, was cheap stuff. You would think I would leave him then, but instead I allowed him to move in with me when he sold his house, paid off the ex, and gave up the proceeds to the three mortgages he had on it. The only safety for me was my insistence he get another job and sign a cohabitation agreement to protect the ownership of my house. He did both and we were relatively happy for four more years, although he never paid me more than $500 a month in rent when he actually agreed to $2,000 a month.
In 2008, I lost a third of what I had and decided to downsize. Through the next two years of looking and trying to sell my house, the stress divided us. I found a house that would work for me, with an apartment over the garage that I offered him for the eight week notice I was required to give him in our agreement to move out. He immediately hired a crew and got a friend to help him go to the new house with the key I gave him and remove all of the art glass and knick-knacks we had moved in together. He put them in storage under his name. Three large boxes of what he took were mine and included Waterford crystal, pewter and porcelain, and art glass of my own.
When he told me that he had done it for insurance, I made the mistake of drinking a half bottle of wine for “liquid courage” and telling him that he had moved out what he moved in, so I owed him no notice and he couldn’t come to the new house at all. What I should have done is ask for the key, with some excuse, and tell him in front of witnesses. He lost his temper and grabbed my arms, so I told him to let go or I’d call the cops, which gave him the idea of calling the cops on me. He showed them marks on his arms which were actually the healing scars from his having had pre-cancerous skin lesions removed the month before. He told them all of what he took had been his and that I hit him four or five times. He was calm, smooth, sober, and sad. I was hysterical, half-drunk, and told them that he would rob me further if they took me away. The bruises and scratches that appeared on my arms didn’t show up until I was in jail. Yes, he got me thrown in jail on a fourth degree assault charge, which is anything that isn’t first, second, or third in this state. Jail was a nightmare for twenty-four hours and then I went to the new house to see that he had in fact taken whatever he wanted of mine to who-knows-where.
I’ve since offered the prosecution the dermatologist who operated on Alynn Luessen and got the charges dismissed. I’ve also gotten the three boxes of valuables back by threatening a civil suit against him. While in that storage garage (he has three), I saw the bottom of the trophies he claimed were his and they had Goodwill pricing on them. He was never a drag racing champion either!
What I’ll never have is the household goods he took because he lied about where he was living twice and I gave up. What I’ll always have is the arrest on my record and thousands in bills from lawyers and counselors. This is a cautionary tale, ladies, so watch your back!

So close but yet so Far Away

Suprena — Sun, 21 Nov 2010 05:01:14 +0000

Hello, I know many out there have heard plenty of love stories. As well as I believe each and every love story is unique in its own way, as magical as it can be, and the most wonderful to each and every soul out there. We come to you to give you our love story in hopes that we can ask for help getting back to one another. Our love story begins almost 3 years ago. To begin, let me introduce myself. My name is Suprena and I am a stranger to most. My heart and soul next to me in the photo is Hugh. We fell in love just by talking and knowing each other as much as possible. When we met we weren’t looking for love. I never thought I would meet the one in the way that I did. We both played a video game called Final Fantasy XI. Now I know most of you probably wouldn’t ever think of meeting someone like that, but we did. I was minding my own business and had just spoken to another friend about getting a weapon for myself on a little character in a fantasy world and up pops a personal message. From that day forward I have not and could not see my life any other way but with Hugh in it. He tells me, “what weapon is it that you need”? I didn’t know who he was. We began talking back and forth everyday after that. Helping each other in a video game. Days passed, weeks, months and yet we still talked. Then one day we tell each other that we started having feelings for one another. Was this crazy? Telling someone I love them over personal chat inside of a video game. But the way I felt, I didn’t care. I loved him. Everyday I loved him more and more. He had become my best friend, and I his best friend. Then he asked me to marry him in a video game. Again, was this crazy. Well, it was my life I thought, and I didn’t care if people thought that I was crazy. I loved him, my love grew stronger and stronger. His love so wonderful. I found myself running home everyday to spend every waking and un-working moment with him. He never shut his phone off from chatting on MSN. We were never apart. Then it came. “Can I call you”? Wow, I thought. I’m going to hear his real voice. But yet I was so scared at the same time. After the first time we spoke for over 2 hours if recollection serves me correctly. We didn’t miss a beat to speak, chat, text, or play our game together. He has seen me through my roughest times, and I through his. I was so happy but yet so sad. Things got to be more and more serious.
We wrote letters back and forth, messages, emails, chat, text, phone calls, you name it. We had talked many many times about meeting in real life. But one thing stood in our way. I was from the United States and he from Scotland. We wanted so badly to meet. We would talk about it and something would happen. I wasn’t going to give up, neither was he. After 2 years of being in a long distance relationship, we finally got a chance. Fate was going to do what fate set out to do all along. I called him up and told him, “I got my passport”! It was then I could finally book the flight. I was leaving March 30, 2010 to go meet the person I loved for so long. He could hardly contain his own self with excitement. We had waited so long to finally meet. There I was own my way to Dallas, Texas to catch my flight. I was on the plane, I hadn’t slept from being so scared and so excited at the same time. I was to fly into London from London on to Edinburgh, Scotland and then into his arms. I arrived in London… I get to customs and I hear to please have seat over on the bench. I didn’t know what was going on. The immigration officer came over to me and said they were detaining me. I had asked for what. I didn’t have monies on hand to prove I could accommodate myself for 3 months that I would be there. I told him I had my international bank card. I didn’t bring money in fear I would be mugged and didn’t want to travel with cash on hand. After 6 hours of interrogation and interviewing Hugh over the phone and me in a little tiny room, Hugh called me on the phone letting me know they were going to let me through. I cried and if I didn’t know any better I think he did to. Although I don’t think he would have told me so. We just knew they were going to deport me back to the States after being on a flight and in route travel for 22 hours. He stamped my passport with a 6 month visa and gave me pass into the United Kingdom. I ran as fast as I could to reschedule my flight to Edinburgh. Sitting and waiting again to catch another flight. My mind racing once again. My flight was boarding, I would be in Edinburgh in about an hour where he would be waiting for me. I walked onto the plane and took my seat. The plane takes off and here I go. Over 24 hours later I finally get to be in his arms. After everything he and I had been through for over 2 years, all of that will disappear as soon as I put my arms around him and his around me. We touch down in Edinburgh and I walk off my plane. Nervous I approached luggage pick up and grabbed 1 of my suitcases. The other detoured because of delay of flight. I walk out and scan the area. I didn’t see him. Where could he be. Famished, exhausted, mentally and physically overtaken by travel and jet lag, I walked scanning. I stopped, I could feel him behind me. Do I dare turn around. Finally I get the courage to turn and sure enough he was standing behind me. He hadn’t noticed me yet. I stopped like a deer caught in headlights. He sees me, I gasp and take one step back. Is it him. Its him! He walks up to me and puts his arms around me and mine instantly go around him. We lock and hold each other what seemed like forever as I burst into tears crying on his shoulders the world disappeared. He kissed me on my head and whispered, I love you. I love you too, I said. I knew I was okay now. I knew 2 years was worth everything that he and I had been through because we were finally in each others arms.
I had planned to stay for 3 months, but that just wasn’t enough. I canceled my flight and stayed for the entire 6 month visa. We had a wonderful and magical 6 months full of laughter, fun, love, sunsets, passion, outings, and trips. He proposed to me one early morning. He was meant to take me to watch the sunrise under a tree down a path we enjoyed walking, but of course if you know Scotland. Scotland is famous for its rain. But I wouldn’t have had it any other way. We sat below a tree with the trickling of the rain talking to one another. Finally we were both frozen to the bone and tired so I asked if he was ready to go. We had our shoes hung up in the tree so they wouldn’t fill with water and I reached up and grabbed mine as he was still sitting down. I slipped on my shoes, and turned to look at the view. No matter what weather there is in Scotland, it always amazing to look at. When I turned to see if he was ready he was kneeling on his knee and pulled a small wooden box out of his pocket. He asked. Would I be his wife. I fell to my knees and grabbed him, holding him close to me. “Yes”! I said. I couldn’t see my life without him. After our embrace we stood and walked home hand in hand, both smiling the whole way home. That next 3 months we absorbed one another all that we could. We were never apart and every second we found more and more love to give to the other just when we thought it wasn’t possible to love one another any more than we already did. The time passed by so fast, I couldn’t believe how quickly it was coming to an end that I had to return back to the United States. My new flight was set to leave September 29, 2010. We would try and joke about me forgetting my flight, or he was going to cancel it. His family would kiddnap me and hide me out so I couldn’t leave. Of course they were only joking. But no matter how silly each idea sounded, I think if I knew I wouldn’t have gotten in trouble for staying over my visa, I may have just stayed. In fact I know I probably would have. The day came that I had to return home. We just couldn’t find anything to make us smile. We both cried. We embraced one another for as long as we could before my flight would leave me behind. He stood watching me walk down the path to go through customs and I turned and waved one last time with tears pouring down my face. I’ve never had to do something so hard in my entire life as to leave the man I love behind, not knowing when the next time would be that I would get to see him. He walked away to go sit outside and cry himself. I felt so lost, so empty. My entire flight I cried and cried. I kept wishing something would come up and my plane would have to turn back. But before I knew it was standing back in America with a broken heart. I called him when I arrived in Newark, NJ. I needed so badly to hear his voice. To know everything was going to be okay. Maybe someone would tell us this is all a nightmare. The most happiest time we’ve ever spent was in that 6 months and now once again we are apart.
So, this is where we come to the people out there in the world. We want so much to be back together. There is so much paper work and so much to do, and so costly. We ask the people of the world to help us with donations so that we can do this. We can hardly bare each day without one another. For all those that know love, have felt love, see love, experience love, and have fought for love. Then you know the battle. We will not give up our battle what so ever for this. We will continue to fight each and every day until we are back in each others arms. But with your help we can do this faster. We have to have so many things for us to be properly together and married. Our K-1 visa to be exact, a lawyer is very costly. We’ve opted to do the paper work ourselves, but yet its still costly to do just that. So, this is where we ask the world to come in. Of course everyone knows money doesn’t grow on trees, and the probability of winning the lottery, well we know the odds of that. So please, anything that anyone can do to help us, we ask you the people of the world to seal our love and help us get back together again. We both would be more grateful for anything to help us than any one on the face of this earth. Hugh and I have fought almost 3 years now to be together, help us end that struggle. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts. All donations can be mailed to P.O. Box #5354 Longview, Texas 75608 or by clicking the donation button at the bottom. Again, thank you so much for your help and if you can’t we still thank you for taking the time to read our story and maybe our story will give someone hope out there. Never give up on love, faith, or hope…because it lives deep in each one of us no matter where you are in the world. Love doesn’t know the definition of distance, only the heart can feel the pain.