AndreSanThomas
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When we first met 14 years ago, we had been chatting for a few months but we were 8000 miles apart. I had a work thing to attend "in the neighborhood" (halfway there) and decided to continue on for the meet. Unfortuantely, I have a lot of trouble with motion sickness and slept through the time to take one of my pills on the final flight. I was quite nauseous on the plane and then it continued after I was on the ground. It was a cycle of go to customs, go throw up, go to immigration, go throw up, go get the luggage, go throw up... Then we met and he took me the scenic drive back to his place. Of course I don't want to tell him I'm sick as a dog, because that is HARDLY the right impression on the first date, but the whole way there, he's saying "look at the beautiful view..." and I'm thinking "don't throw up, don't throw up, don't throw up..." We get back to his place, he gets his first chance to really kiss me and feel me up. After just a moment, I have to stop him to (you guessed it), go throw up. I was throwing up for 12 hours. Sigh. Not exactly what I had in mind for the first live meeting with Master. The next day however, I was much better. And that evening he told me to marry him. I stayed with him during that trip, then came back and planned the wedding, went back for another visit a month or so later (stayed with him again). We were married 4 1/2 months after we met. We've been together ever since, including two international moves and two kids. Anytime I have the flu or something, we joke about our first "date". So, definitely not the traditional dating thing for us! Please note that people should be extremely safe meeting face to face, etc. etc. I took a lot of precautions, had people to check up on me, had all kinds of contact info for him (including names and addresses and phone numbers for his relatives, etc. before flying 8000 miles).
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