<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: coconights</div><div class="ubbcode-body">There are others that want to hear my story and offer constructive feedback</div></div>
Look down:
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Zarah</div><div class="ubbcode-body">NO!!![img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70388-shameonyou.gif[/img] Nobody really cares about the ending. It is a predictable ending.
LOL, you are right about the action but don't bother finishing this well-known STORY, we can make up the ending...been there, huuuuurd that. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/whistle.gif[/img] </div></div>
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Originally Posted By: Coconights</div><div class="ubbcode-body">
Do you know this fugly batch had the nerve to step to me? I popped the batch in her grill while she was talking. He grabbed me, and starting talking all this stuff in my ear. Ole girl running around talking about she is pressing charges and stuff. I'm like whatever. I don't mind catching a case for my nooka. I'm a ride or die chick for real for real. </div></div>
I open the door prepared for whatever. It was my boo! My heart drops in my stomach. But, I play it close. I ask him how he found me. He said that he has his ways, and wants to know if he can come in.
I told him to go to the yellow batch's room. He told me to let it go, because he was with me now. We talk some more, then things got a little intense.
Well, after that not much happened besides the normal couple stuff. He went home to pack some things to stay with me for the remainder of my two week trip. We do some sightseeing, and he goes to work while I lounge on the beach.
We didn't want to say goodbye to each other, because we were really vibing. We discuss turning this thing permanent. He knows that I won't leave my job for his minimum wage job, so we agree on him moving to Texas with me.
I think stories like ole girl Coco's put the fear of God in many posters here. It is like a mirror for some because of the reflection of the playah men with whom they fell in love in Jamaica. They see themselves because they too were/are caught out there, the only difference is that she KEEPS IT REAL.
[img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img] [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70409-waytogo.gif[/img] Coco, you are making a lotta posters shake in their shoes and for that I say tell your story girl. [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/grin.gif[/img]
<span style="color: #CC0000">Don't Mess with Texas! </span>
<div class="ubbcode-block"><div class="ubbcode-header">Quote:</div><div class="ubbcode-body"> NO!!! Nobody really cares about the ending. It is a predictable ending.
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but its told in sucha "colourful" manner [img]/forums/images/%%GRAEMLIN_URL%%/70365-flirt.gif[/img]
I filed the necessary paperwork for a fiance' visa. Then the stuff hit the fan. I find out from the Embassy in Kingston that he has another case open for a fiance' visa. The case had been stopped for some unknown reason. I called and I called to get more details, but they wouldn't disclose any other information other than they couldn't approve my request because of this other case situation.
I'm hot! He is acting like a deaf mute all of a sudden and avoiding any conversations regarding the situation. Then, he tells me to find out a way to make it go through because he can't live another day without me. He and I both don't want to think about me living there and leaving my good job. I don't want to live without him either. But, I told him that without a clearer picture, my hands were tied. He told he that someone must be using his identity because he never filed paperwork with another woman.
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