Close Your Legs to Moroccan Men!

by Anonymous

I’m not quite sure what I was thinking when I decided to go on vacation to Marrakech, Morocco in 2019. I guess I was just looking for a change of scenery and a little adventure. I had no idea that I would meet a man there who would change my life forever.

His name was Mohammed (not his real name; I’m keeping his, and my name private because honestly this story is too embarrassing for anyone to know, but I hope it can help other women avoid the same situation).

He was absolutely charming. We hit it off immediately and spent every day together for the next few weeks. I quickly fell in love with him and believed he felt the same way about me. Even though there was a significant age difference between us, and I never thought I would date a younger man, I spent some time with him, insisting that we would be “just friends”.

He agreed to be friends only, but he was so damn romantic. He had recently lost his job so he had plenty of time to be my own private tour guide. He took me to the best places in the market called Djemma al fna, and made sure he haggled with shop keepers to get me the prices locals paid. He showed me some cool spots in Marrakech, including the beautiful Jardin gardens, and the Katoubia mosque. We went on a horse and carriage ride near the medina and it was really special.

We even traveled together to Essaouira, a gorgeous beachside town where we had a delicious lunch of the freshest seafood near the fishermen’s piers. And at night, he showed me the best spot to watch what I think was most amazing sunset I’d ever seen. Maybe it was so perfect because I was with Mohammed.

I was uncomfortable at first because he is only 26, and I’m in my 40’s, but he insisted that age is irrelevant when you find someone you connect with. Plus, he said in his religion, Mohammed the prophet’s first wife was 40 when he was much younger, so its accepted in his Muslim culture.

Mohammed made me feel alive and we seemed to have so much in common, plus to be honest he was the sexiest, most attractive guy I had ever dated, so I was naive I suppose, but I just wanted so badly to believe him. I had gone through a really ugly divorce year before, and I’d been feeling pretty lonely the past few years. And, I was in love. He seduced me from the minute we met at the cafe near my hotel, and I could lie to myself all day long saying that we were just friends, but I jumped into bed with the man almost immediately, something I had never done in my life.

He just seemed so different. When he told me he wanted to marry me, I was shocked, but secretly, I was thrilled.

When I got back home, we talked every night and I missed him so much. I couldn’t wait to see him again, but I had to work. I was saving money so that I could visit him again as soon as possible. But with Mohammed not working, I felt guilty that I was much better off than him, and it broke my heart when he would tell me how much he was suffering, so I began helping him.

At first, his phone broke and he used his friend’s phone to call me and tell me he would not be able to talk to me for awhile. I was devastated because I had become kind of addicted to his voice and looked forward to his calls. So, I surprised him and sent him a new phone. He had mentioned how much he’d dreamed of getting an iPhone, and he seemed embarrassed when I sent it but he was so happy when he got it that it was worth it.

Soon after that he told me he didn’t have data for his phone, so I sent him a bit of money. He refused t first and said, “I’m a man; I don’t like taking money from women!” But that made me feel less uncomfortable about sending him money, even though my friend warned me that I might be getting used.

But she didn’t know Mohammed like I did. He wasn’t a scammer or anything. When we videochatted and he looked into my eyes, I could see how sincere he was.

Soon after that, he called me and said his mother was sick. Once again, I sent money. But I had already begun sending him money every month. It wasn’t much, but I sent him a few hundred Euros a month because he told me he was taking care of his mother and his younger sisters.

Eventually, he started asking me for things. He kept saying, “I’ll pay you back,” but he never seemed to be looking for a job. Our calls became less frequent and when I would ask him why he wasn’t calling or where he was, he would say he was at the cafe with his friends, and one time he yelled at me. “I’m a man; you do not ask me where I am or who I’m with!”

One day he disappeared for almost two weeks. I was so upset, I didn’t send him the money I usually sent in the first week of the month.Of course, he called then, asking what happened, where was the money. We had a big fight, and I accused him of just using me and he got really mad and told me don’t send anymore. But of course, I sent even more the next time.

Our fighting increased, and eventually I had to say no. This time he asked me for money to invest in a business for him. After I finally agreed to send it, but there was no business.

This time he said he “got scammed” and the money was all gone. This was not the first time he called me saying he had lost it or he’d gotten robbed or something; always another excuse. I was so upset, and had to admit that he had been lying and using me all along.

I was blind to the fact that he was only using me for sex, money and a green card visa to come to Europe.

I was heartbroken when I found out the truth, but I was also angry. I had been used and manipulated by someone I thought I could trust. I was determined to not let this happen to me again and to warn other women about the dangers of dating younger men.

It wasn’t until he had drained me of everything I had that I finally woke up to the truth. I was heartbroken and humiliated, but I learned a valuable lesson. If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.

Now, every time I tell someone my story, I start by saying, “Don’t date a Moroccan man, no matter how good he looks!”

I know not every man is the same. Sure, there are some women who have met amazing Moroccan men. But, I am sharing my story to caution women to be alert, and to go slow.

There are a lot of great guys out there, but there are also a lot of guys who are just looking to take advantage of women. Be careful and be aware of the signs. If a guy is only interested in your money or your body, then he’s not worth your time.

Remember Nene Leeks from The Housewives of Atlanta, when she said, “Close your legs to married men!”? Well, I say, “Close your legs to Moroccan men!” If he loves you, he’ll wait. And he will net ever ask, nor will he accept, your money.

Is it possible you have found love in Morocco? Maybe.

There are happy couples who have a very different story from mine.

But there are also many women who have been used for money, or even women fromm Europe and America awho have married men and spent thousands of their money to get their husband’s visas to go to their country, only to find out the man divorces them as soon as they have papers.

I am not saying all men are users or alike. I am saying to go slow there is no rush! In time, you will see a man’s true colors.

Are you a woman who met and fell in love with a Moroccan man? Did you have a happy ending fairytale, or was it a fake love?

Did you get scammed by a romance scammer who tried to use you for money or a visa? Or, did he just use you for sex?

Or, are you a Moroccan man who really fell in love with a lady from Europe or America?

Tell us your story below!