Though, because of our current situation, we're both, more truthfully, in relationships with our phones. That's right, folks, we're long distance. A type of relationship that's new to both of us and something we're trying to blindly survive. The "we" that we've created exists in phone calls, texts, memories, and photographs to cling to. But if a picture is worth a thousand words, how many are allotted to silent intimacies like hand holds and understood shared glances? In my opinion, not enough.
So what is the secret to success? Anyone? After years of comically horrendous dating mishaps and stormy heartbreaks, I met someone who seemed to defy my fears. He sailed in as gracefully as a ship in languid waters and struck like a rocket destined to burning speed aimed toward me without my knowledge. Our meeting was thanks to a dare inspired by one too many free beverages offered at an opening night gala as we found ourselves cast in a crowd of well dressed theater enthusiasts. I (oh, so, wrongfully) assumed he was gay and spent the evening exchanging words with an out of state stranger assuming that I'd leave that night with an appreciation for intelligent conversation with a good looking man in a suit and a beer buzz.
What followed that buzz though, was something beyond a movie. And while our time together was short, it was more than sweet. I've always been a romantic, an avid fan of fairy tales, if you will, but I've also always had an unfortunate habit to linger closer to the edge of skepticism when it came to my own love life. Questioning whether I could meet someone who could not only tolerate my proclaimed quirky tendencies and notorious bad jokes, but actually enjoy them and provide me with their own unique humorous stylings as well. If this relationship ends with nothing more than an answer to that seemingly simple question, then we can already claim it a victory. And so after our evening rivaling the beautiful film, "Before Sunrise", we began the "courting process". One month of daily treasured calls from the girl who despises the phone later, we met again on his turf and gave a title to our understanding: a relationship. A long distance relationship.
Over 1,000 texts and nightly conversations even later than that. Here we are. About to celebrate three months of knowing each other and sadly, it won't involve anything further than another date with our phones and perhaps a stroll down memory lane. I often feel that along with being in a relationship with my iphone, I'm also in a relationship with my loneliness. (Which, if you combined them, could be called "ilone". Right?!) A solitude I both welcome and ache for. Our time away gives me too much time to think but it's nice having someone worthy of so many thoughts. I wish we could consult a copy of "Long Distance Relationship Guide To Those Who Are Financially Challenged And Can't Often Afford The High Costs Of Flights, Especially If They Want To Check Their Bags Or Eat On The Trip, But Long To... For Dumbies" but it seems like the book has been sold out for awhile. And so I look to you, internet. And I don't mean for porn. To share my experience and hope that advice or perspective finds me... What do you think? Is it as easy as out of sight, out of mind or does absence truly make the heart grow fonder?
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