Golden Retriever GF@GoldenRetrieverGF@blahaj.zone
My life and relationship feels like it shouldn’t exist outside of a romance movie. One where you go “ohhh it’s so cute but this doesn’t happen to real people”. Let me explain.
In 2019 I had a close brush with death. I told him no, you can’t have me and quit alcohol cold turkey that day. I don’t remember the next two weeks. Rather a blur of withdrawal and pain. A week afterwards I joined a Discord Community because I needed something to help me get by. I’d lost my friend-the bottle-and needed actual person friends.
It was there I met Her. We started in a mock flirt battle over Java vs C++. The next day a joking battle about the effectiveness of a Katana vs the European longsword. I thought to myself, “She’s really hot, wait is she flirting with me?”. She asked if she could DM me. We exchanged pictures. She asked if we could be friends on FB. Then a week after meeting each other I thought to myself “She seems great. I don’t really know her. Maybe I should ask her out. If it’s a fling it’s a fling but I’d rather try than let her slip through my fingers”. She said “yes”.
It went really well. We fit each other like a glove. I thought maybe we could see eachother during an Eclipse in Iceland in 2025. Just gal pals in a jakoozi. Being real gay during an eclipse. At about 6 months we decided maybe I should move to Germany instead. It felt weird. This was so much of what I wanted. What I NEEDED to get out of the US. With someone that understood and listened to me. Respected me even in argument.
Well we had a plane flight but then within 72 hours the borders slammed shut. Covid-19 and the American response was a joke. Nobody had interest to let us in. I was homeless, jobless, I’d sold my car. This felt like what my life was. This felt like this is all it could ever be. Long Story short some friends let me stay at their place for a year and then about a year later the date came again.
I sat there waiting for my connection in Texas, thinking this isn’t how reality works. This is how sappy romance movies work. Somehow there will be a problem with my passport. Somehow I’ll be sent home and even if I make it over, I betcha I won’t get a job in under three months or Tally will hate me or something. Then I’ll go home. I got on the plane no issues after trying to speak German with a German lady. 17 hours later, I landed in Frankfurt International Airport. I was like “… customs has to stop me. This can’t be. This is a movie. This is not my life.” Customs did not stop me. They just said “Dankeschön. Schönen Tag noch. WEITER!”
Well she was wonderful. Then I got several interviews. The second one I received exactly at the three month cutoff of my Short Stay Visa. Then I was like “I can’t learn German. Something will go wrong with integration or something. This still can’t be”. The person that interviewed me was so impressed by my A1 in German just from working that she literally called around until she could shortcut me in the waiting list for German courses in the best school with the best rated teacher in the area.
I passed both my Leben in Deutschland ( A test about politics, history, law and Culture of Germany ) and Deutsch-Test für Zuwandern (Scoring a B1 German profficiency ) with a 1, “Sehr guter Erfolg”, basically an A+ back in the states. Then I tried to leave a shit job and got into a job that is so famous around these parts that Germans still congratulate me. It’s a very prestigious restaurant.
About the same time Tally and I passed the one year mark of living together and decided to get married. We were only not dating for 1 week of our 4 years together. So many people have looked at us and said “goals”. But like I am still dumbfounded. This is something you see in Hallmark movies. This doesn’t happen in real life. But it does. This wonderful thing to have happened to me sleeps like a little spoon with me every night. #romance #immigrantlife #transjoy #lgbt #storybookending
With @thatfrisiangirlish