| Now who IS Naelany? |
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| Anyway.... THAT is why I chose to use the name Naelany, because it holds special meaning to me and will always represent the start of the relationship between Dustin and me. Whether anyone will understand it or not, she is and always will be a part of me |
| I tried calling his house but only got voicemail ad just as I start to panic there's a small Ford pickup truck pulling into the station and out comes Dustin. Now try to picture it, you're in a strange town, in a country you've never been to before in your life, about to meet a guy you met on the internet (of who I did not even have a picture at the time). All it took was that first hug and I knew that everything I'd just been through hadn't been for nothing, that there was definitely something there, and I think he felt the same seeing as we are still together now. I know he isn't going to let me get away with not saying it, so I might as well.... Initially I had arranged to stay at a Motel (which shall remain unnamed), Doug (the guy who gave Dustin a ride and also his sister's fiancé) and Dustin told me about the place and warned me about it, but drove me over. Once there the decision was quickly made, I was no way going to stay in that dump, so they took me to his home. We stayed up all night talking, not that there was much left of the night to begin with. After meeting his mom in the morning and getting the OK to stay with them, things just took off. I loved every minute of my time there, the more for it being with him 24/7 in real life, not just on the net. |
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| 5 Minutes before I boarded my flight to the U.S.A. I get paged and it's my mom in near panic saying Dustin's online he's online! He gave her the new address and phone number, so at least that was now settled. Or so I thought. When I finally arrived (have you all any idea as to how long it takes from Amsterdam to Portland when you're nervous as hell?) in Portland I waited for about 2 hours, trying to get the phone to work and getting more and more nervous by the second. Finally I got help from a friendly woman who not only lend me her cell phone but dialed the number for me too (if you ever read this, you're an angel and I thank you for your help). Turned out Dustin had been unable to get a ride to Portland, but that he would be able to come pick me up in Eugene, so all I had to do was haul ass to Eugene, so I grabbed a cab and went to try my luck at the Greyhound. Mind you, it was almost 9pm local time at that time and I had been on my feet since around 5 or 6 am European Central time. The Greyhound was not going to go until 1am, not something I was willing to wait for. Luckily the cabby had told me there was a train leaving from Portland to Eugene at 9pm sharp, so I ran to the station, got hold of a ticket, managed somehow to call Dustin to let him know and got on the train. Now that train ride was only supposed to take 2 hours, those 2 hours turned into 4. By this time I'm a near nervous wreck, especially when I arrive at Eugene station to find it empty save for the 3 or 4 people that just got off the train with me. |
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