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About LDora

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  • Birthday 09/07/1984
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    Removing Conditions (pending)
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    Vermont Service Center
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    Tampa FL
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  • Our Story
    We met online. I know everyone says that, but, well, when it happens it happens. We didn't meet off a dating website, but we're both big nerds (apparently), so we met through a friend of mine who ran into him in an online game one day and introduced us. I liked him right away -- Rick's got that elusive, rockstar personality that seems so rare these days, and most everybody takes to him immediately. He's ten years older from me, however, so while after a few weeks I knew I had a bit of a crush on him after chatting online for so long, I thought he was out of my league. I was 18, he was 28. Aside from that, his personality is definitely not geared towards online dating.

    After a while, though, I knew I had to say something. I'd get all doe-eyed talking to him . . . it was nauseating for my friends, I'm sure. I decided that I had to tell him I liked him. I really didn't expect anything to come of it, it had just become something I needed to get off my chest, and I knew him well enough by then to know he'd let me down gently.

    He still says he had no idea, and that it was like I chucked a watermelon at his head; he was literally stunned. Stunned, but, as it turned out . . . pleasantly surprised. I hastily let him know that I wasn't asking for anything from him, and for the next several days, I went around feeling relieved.

    Both because I'd told him, and because we were getting so much closer.

    To cut a long story short, we exchanged our "I love yous" not soon after, and embarked on roughly three years of day and night phone calls that lasted hours at a time. Initially, I think, the age difference worried him some; he's a very laid back type of guy, relaxed about life right now, and he was initially worried that because I was so young, I'd end up wanting some huge change of life, or to spend a year back packing across Europe or something. Luckily, I'm far too mellow and disdainful of hostels for that sort of thing.

    My first attempt to visit was a bust. He'd bought my ticket, and I'd travelled eight hours to the airport, but customs refused me because I didn't have sufficient proof that I wasn't going to run off into the states and never return; this being back in 2004 before I had a passport. So, next year was his turn; he came up to Canada to visit.

    We spent a little over a week in Edmonton, and immediately set about planning my trip for the following year, which went off smoothly this time; I stayed a month, and we went to Disney for a week. That was October of last year, and when I got back home, we immediately set to filing for our K-1.

    I was a little amused, actually. I think in all the excitement he forgot to propose until I was actually back in the country after being approved. I think for both of us it had sort of become an unintentionally unspoken agreement after nearly five years.

    Thankfully, everything's gone off without a hitch, and I'm here to stay.

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  1. And now we play the waiting game. . . . also, the Heart Palpitations game. Despite double, triple, and quadruple-checking every single document before I sent it out, I remain convinced that something magically happened to mess up all my paperwork the moment I reluctantly handed over that envelope to UPS. Yeah, I'm a basket-case. For some reason having one less thing to obsess over just makes me all the more mental about what's left. I'm just trying to tell myself it's out of my hands now. Now all I can do is get ready for the interview. . . . WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!
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