Dating a guy with a long distance girlfriend
It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. But as long as you do, you'll embody the twin virtues of independence and imagination.
It's for those who know a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough. As you fall asleep alone, you'll conjure the scent of your lover's neck, the timbre of a voice over fiber optics, the ecstasy of seeing his face at the front door, which, thanks to him, is your favorite place in the whole house.
The long-distance relationship is, by definition, doomed.
The only way a long-distance relationship can amount to anything is for it to become a short-distance relationship.
In long-distance relationships, your life becomes compartmentalized: There's the life with him and the life without him, and the life without him is much, much bigger.
Your friends won't know him (they may suspect you of inventing him).
Which is a pity, because long distance relationships don’t work, right? I swear I will hit the next person who tells me that long distance relationships NEVER work out…and there have been many.
I’m Megan from Australia, and over the last 5 years I’ve spent an accumulation of 6 months out of every year abroad.
We swapped emails and phone numbers, not having any clue that our wedding in Hawaii would be less than three years later. I firmly believe that you can make anything work if you want to. I wont lie – long distance for 18 months was incredibly hard, but we made it work by maintaining: We spoke every day.
I got an amazing phone plan where I had unlimited calls to international mobiles, and we would talk for hours.
I would call around 11pm after getting home from work, meaning I would “apparently” sometimes fall asleep mid conversation : S, which meant Mike picked up his phone every morning around 6am in America.
Honestly, the concept of phone sex is ridiculous to me (that’s just me though – it might be your thing!
), however that’s not to say that you can’t keep the romance alive, even from 15,000 kilometers away.
Have you really lived, after all, if you haven't searched for your beloved's face at an airport gate, cursing the flight delay because you have only a weekend before you must part again?