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Pros and Cons of a Long Distance Relationship

With the advent of technology, Long Distance Relationships (LDR) are so much more common than people think. Even so, I’ve found myself many a time inadvertently defending LDRs and their legitimacy.

“No, don’t awwwww me. It’s really not a horrible situation to be in!”

“The relationship is still real!” 

“What do you mean how do we have sex? We can still be intimate!” (*while wondering* “WTF? Why am I even having to explain my sex life?!”)

“They can work and couples have time and time again proven that!”

“No, it doesn’t make it any harder to be faithful!”

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While LDRs are not an ideal situation to be in, it’s no more or less stressful than maintaining a conventional relationship. It does come with its own set of problems and in the same breath, opportunities to get creative and conquer those very challenges. From someone who has done this before and is currently in one now, I truly believe LDRs are workable. It’s most certainly not for everyone (yes, I’m looking at you, you codependent types!) and I wouldn’t recommend going out of your way to look for a partner who lives halfway across the world because that would make you a crazy person. But other than that, definitely doable or if I am being cautiously optimistic*, definitely doable thus far. You learn as you go along and hope for the best.

 

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Pros:

  • Getting to reinstate the art of writing letters and talking on the phone, particularly the latter because I derive great joy from the hand cramp and ear soreness that comes right after the end of a 90-minute phone conversation with my boyfriend… a feeling that is very different from when you’re on the phone on hold for the same length of time with your telco service provider when they’ve fucked up your bill.
  • If you’re both insanely independent people, it is fairly easy to live in separate parts of the world and do adult things like having cocktails with your friends or dining alone without feeling like you’re going to crumble to pieces in the absence of your partner… on most days anyway.
  • An LDR is the biggest lesson I could receive in effective communication – When you can’t physically be next to someone, you consciously fill the space between with words and feelings to bring you closer together. While it’s really nice to lounge around cuddled up watching your favourite shows on Netflix in silence, there is something truly comforting and intimate about having meaningful conversations with each other about the things that matter and perhaps even the things that don’t really matter.
  • The Countdown High – planning, anticipating and marking out the days until you see each other again next can almost always make even the darkest of days a little brighter.
  • According to science, absence makes the heart grow fonder and distance can cultivate fondness and a genuine lasting connection. Can’t argue with science, folks!
  • The connection is more than just physical – I am naturally a physical/ touchy-feely person but working on the emotional aspects of a relationship makes me feel so much more secure. Sure, love me for my body but love me more for me!

Cons:

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  • Pillows don’t cuddle back, neither do vibrators.
  • Bawling when you have to part ways, especially when the bawling happens in public spaces like the airport or on-board the plane.
  • Severe lack of date nights = Table for One, please? Oh never mind, I’ll just have it to-go!
  • Feeding people baked goods is one of the elaborate ways I show my love and affection but being miles away from your partner means you only get to send him styled Instagram shots of your chocolate tart with captions like “FUDGE you, distance!” or “I only have eyes pies for you, boo!“.
  • Missing out on the good and the bad – When either of you’ve had a terrible day or even an exceptional good one, and you can’t physically be there for hugs and high-fives respectively.
  • When the technology you’re so dependent on (and grateful for) royally fucks you over while you’re on a voice/video call with your partner just as you’re sharing a juicy piece of news with them. “Wait, I can’t hear you! What was that last bit? Hello? You’re breaking up!”
  • When you get invited to after dark social gatherings and are asked to bring your partner or a plus one but you end up going alone while your boyfriend is 6000 miles away asleep because daylight savings.
  • Expensive plane adventures. You want to fly over on holiday weekends but Zuji and Expedia are showing you exorbitant ticket prices. You could be frugal and purchase a budget plane ticket but you’re a spoiled brat who can’t sit in what feels like a sardine can for longer than 2 hours. Life is hard and cruel! #dramaqueen

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*After my last long distance relationship failed, I didn’t think I could do the whole distance thing again. There was so much contempt, distrust and miscommunication over the 3-4 years – enough to take the wind out of my sails. But life works in funny little ways. Using food analogies (my favourite!) as an example, it’s like eating foie gras for the first time but it’s served to you in a pâté form which turns out, your taste buds are utterly repulsed by. Traumatised (and grossed out) by your first bad experience, you decide never to even look at goose liver again until one day, just out of the blue, it is offered to you on a beautiful plate, pan seared to perfection with a side of caramelized pears and drizzled with a balsamic reduction. And then suddenly, just like that, you’ve discovered a gastronomic wonder and your heart (and belly) fills with joy when you think about foie gras. I wrongfully blamed a lot of my past relationship’s failures on the distance when perhaps it was much more than just not being in the same space. And it’s liberating to be proven otherwise now with someone who makes you feel good. That said, as I am writing this, I can’t help but feel cautiously optimistic. It feels a tad uncomfortable talking about a relationship that is newish and currently going so well. There is an underlying sense of anxiety that it could all go so wrong but fear hasn’t stopped me before and it certainly wouldn’t stop me now.

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From a stand up guy to the guy who stood me up.

tumblr_mdjqg1zz9u1qdv42bo1_500Two months ago, while I was sitting around with a broken ankle, feeling sorry for myself, I found some comfort in watching re-runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. In one of the episodes, Ross gets stood up on a date. I mean in truth, he didn’t really get stood up because his friends (Joey and Phoebe) intentionally wanted him to realise how shitty the dating world is so that he would try and make amends with Rachel, so they set him up on a fake date. But poor Ross is sitting at the restaurant sipping on his water, wondering why his date isn’t showing up. I remember seeing this and thinking “oh god, how awful it must be to have your date not show up. What would be even more horrible is if you’re on a blind date, and your date walks in, takes a look at you and decides to walk out.” Who does that, you ask? There are assholes aplenty and while I could never do that to someone, no matter what a bitch I can be, the same can’t be said for the rest of the population.

So the seed was planted and when I started venturing out on dates this year in January, the thought did cross my mind a couple of times. On my first date with Mr January, he was 15 minutes late. He was lost and didn’t have wifi but during those 15 minutes, I wondered if perhaps I too like Ross had been stood up. That wasn’t the case though 🙂 And what a relief that was.

Last night, I was to meet someone who asked me out for dessert. We exchanged interesting messages on Tinder and there was a great flow of communication. He was in town for a couple of days and while he obviously had a jam-packed schedule, he asked me out for cake. I never say no to cake so I said yes. We were to meet after his dinner party that his friends were hosting him for – I’m quite a stickler for proper times and plans – but I was being flexible. “Between 9.30pm and 10.30pm”, he said, to which I replied “10.30pm sounds good.” He loved carrot cake and while I teased him about why anyone would enjoy vegetables in their dessert, I remembered a bakery in town that sold quite possibly the best carrot cake in the city.

I like being early on dates. At least 10 minutes earlier than stipulated to allow me to settle in and get used to my surroundings. So I arrived 15 minutes to 10.30pm at the cafe, went up to the second floor, found myself a cosy table and ordered myself a glass of Chardonnay and waited:

10.30pm – It’s time. He’s not here yet. I suppose the cafe is tucked in a corner and he may take some time to find it.

10.35pm – Okay, maybe it’s time to look at the menu and decide on what dessert I’d like to have while I wait so I don’t take too long to decide while on a date.

10.40pm – Still no sign. I look at my phone, trying to open up text messaging apps to see if there was a text I missed out on. Nothing. Okay breathe.

10.45pm – Maybe tonight’s the night I get stood up. Oh don’t be silly. Let’s look at the menu again. Do I really want that coconut tart?

10.50pm – 20 minutes late. Should I text him? Profiterole is a funny word. Also choux pastry sucks. I wonder what he’d order, you know if he actually shows up. Breathes.

10.53pm – No show. Maybe he walked up, took a look at me guzzling down my Chardonnay and decided that’s not how he wants to spend his evening. Oh don’t be silly. Text your friends. They’ll calm your nerves.

10.58pm – Empty glass of Chardonnay and a dull ache in my tummy. Maybe he is waiting downstairs at the bar, thinking I’m late. So I ask the waiter if I could sit downstairs. At least this way, when he walks in, I might be able to wave and be like “Here I am! let’s eat cake!”

11.01pm – This is ridiculous. Maybe he died? These things happen right? Maybe I’ll text him, just in case. But first, another glass of Chardonnay. “Hello mister, am I seeing you soon? Drinking alone is not quite as fun and dessert beckons.”

11.02pm – I get a reply. I’m not going to quote him but in a nutshell, he apologised that dinner was delayed and so he is still at his friends’ home and isn’t sure when he can leave. To which, I then I asked if I should wait. And he replies a minute later with something along the lines of I have waited enough and he couldn’t ask that of me, that he hopes I’m not too mad at him and that he needs to get back to his friends before they think his phone is more interesting than the dinner conversation. I could have snapped at him. Instead, I told him to have a nice night, finished up my second glass of wine, got the bill, walked out of the cafe, dramatically dumped the box of carrot cake that I had purchased for my date into the rubbish bin, and went home.

So, how did it feel being stood up? Sure, it wasn’t really a conventional sense of being stood up. He did text me and I suppose he did have a marginally valid excuse. But I was upset. And as I write this, I wonder why a grown man didn’t have the intuition to text his date earlier to inform her that dinner was delayed and thus, our date would be too. Or if you can’t be at two places at the same time, don’t make double bookings.

It irks me but I shall shrug it off. Did I cry about it? I won’t even try to deny it. I cried myself to sleep last night, not because I was humiliated that my date stood me up. I am far too thick-skinned for that. But rather, last night as I sat alone sipping that glass of champagne while the waitress asked me a couple of times if I wanted to order dessert and I kept telling her “I’m waiting for my date,” I wondered if I was going to spend the rest of my life waiting. Looking at my now empty glass, I felt a wave of loneliness hit me. You know how much I love the dating game but last night, I got played. The Universe had a go with me. Well played, Universe. Well played. Me – 0, Universe – 1.

Who’s next? Let’s play.

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