The Illegal

I was having a good time at a small club in the area, when this guy with sparkling eyes and a great smile approached me. When he opened his mouth to talk, I heard an accent over the music blaring in the place. An accent? I thought to myself. Hmmm…exotic. So, I spoke to him a little while longer and we ended up exchanging numbers that night. He was a nice guy and seemed decent. Further into our conversation, I found out he had a job *ahem*AND his own place *double ahem*. No red flags were raised, so I guess I could continue getting to know him. After a few calls and conversations, we decided to go out for a date. He suggested dancing and I thought that would be a nice time, so off we went to dance. I had a great time, dancing the night away. He wasn't someone I would regularly date, but I had fun! So, after more analysis, I thought again to myself, this may work out. If for nothing else, a few nights out for fun. A few more conversations later, we were talking more and more in depth. He told me about his life back in his home country. His siblings, mother, and his stories of childhood. Then, he decided to let me in on a little secret. He was just like that....in this country illegally. What?! This was a new one…No Thanks ! What A Mess !