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  •  What a sweet story (8+ / 0-)

    I really enjoyed your diary.

    When I came out of the closet in 1995, I did a study abroad semester for college in 1996 in Leiden, the Netherlands; one night at a bar in Amsterdam I met the love of my life, a Dutch boy my same age who was bartender.  When I came back to the US, we kept in touch and he visited me here in St. Louis.  Some things that stuck out to him: I always had to remind him to keep his passport with him whenever we went out, he was quite surprised at how we always brag that we're the "freest" country on earth yet we have to show an ID for everything, whether to buy cigarettes or go to a bar or order a drink in a restaurant.  Also, when we drove on the freeways he remarked at how hungry American people must be because every few miles there's a sign of various fast food places or restaurants at the next exit.  Anyhow, after I graduated in 1998 I moved back to Holland to be with him and lived there until the end of 2002 when I came back to St. Louis; things didn't work out for us but we're still great friends and I still keep in touch with him and his family.

    The Democrats care about you after you're born. --Ed Schultz

    by micsimov on Fri Oct 18, 2013 at 06:18:18 PM PDT

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