Dating site: POF (I think) then Facebook 2010 (!) with a follow-up last week (!!)
Stats: Early 40s, no kids
Work: Building / Architectural Designer
I have no recollection of chatting with Seattle Sailor, but it was six years ago after all. I scan through his Facebook photos―mostly artsy images or landscape photos―and find one image of what I imagine must be him. He looks dapper and non-Shreddies-Killer-y, so I reply to his message.
Our brief geographical history:
When he was living in Vancouver, I was living on Vancouver Island. Then I met a guy and moved to Seattle (rolls eyes at self). Then that guy, The Fibber, and I broke up, and I spent my time driving through Vancouver on my way back and forth from Seattle because I wasn’t ready to break up with Seattle. Then I met a new guy and moved to L.A. (Rolls eyes at self again.) Yadda yadda. Details of all this silliness is in my memoir, Me: A Rewrite. (Rolls eyes at self, slaps forehead.)
Nonetheless, he’s in town for the weekend, so we go for lunch. He’s a handsome devil and intelligent: he used at least three words that I’ll be Wikipedia-ing later. (If I can remember them.)
The food is yummy, and the café’s architecture appeals to his work interest (Homer Street Cafe). Chat is easy. We talk about the Vancouver real estate market and some of my favourite sentimental haunts in Seattle.
Seattle Sailor doesn’t live on a boat, but he might want to. I don’t. He’ll be in Seattle for a few years, at least, maybe forever. I won’t. But we do both like morning smoothies.
I have a great gal in mind for him. In Seattle.
Go through your social media connections and, uh, connect with someone new-ish. You never know where you’ll wind up. #roadtrip
p.s. I also dated a man in Vancouver when I was on Vancouver Island. I am well-versed in long distance dating! Oy.
Know someone thinking of a long distance relationship? Share if you care! Pass this along. 🙂
Dating, Love and Relationship Coach Founder: Wingmam, Vancouver, Canada Warning: Not PC, not a feminist ❤️