Thirty days of dating
It was fantasy and romance perpetuated by two people living in different countries, with different but exciting lives, upbringings and stories that kept it going for as long as it did.
I sometimes think texting crushes are better than the real thing. After a few weeks of not talking and getting distracted with our own lives, I asked if he was still planning to visit.
I was running marketing for a new dating app working several weekends in a row. It was going to be tough with both of our schedules, but we'd try to make a trip to see each other over the coming months.
So, chatting via our smartphones was the only option. We exchanged videos of our houses, our messy hair in the mornings, our summer activities of being at the beach or out and about. Also, when the tour was over at the end of August, he wanted to come to New York for a 1:1 week.
I am the interesting, genuine, smart, and hopeless romantic girl similar to what he told me he was looking for, but timing and distance is everything in life.
SO is putting in the effort for something you really want, no matter an ocean in between.
It was a crazy feeling to know that as he was looking out into the crowd, and the first chorus came on, he was thinking about me - even for just a second. BUT, there was no way any of them liked Tina more and he knew that. One Sunday, I took the red-eye from NYC to London, and maybe because of my nerves, and maybe because Norwegian Air is the shittiest airline of all time, I was a little on edge. We walked to a nearby pub and GOD my heart was racing. Two hours later we had a very innocent but cute kiss goodbye.
I was also nervously anticipating people staring or taking pictures, which would exacerbate the awkward situation. After getting a cider at the pub, we sat down and instantly clicked. The kind where you kiss for a second, pull back and smile, and then kiss again. When that door closed it felt different than other dates (the only date that beats this to memory is for next week's post). You know in the movies when a guy walks away from the girl he's head over heels for and clutches his hand holding his heart, taking a big gasp of air as he walks away?
We stopped talking after that with a brief exchange in the beginning of this year.Maybe we'll be friends one day, but I'm guessing not.I'll never regret any of the time I spent last summer getting caught up in this "love affair".• To counting business days, remember to adjust this date for any holidays. • It is the 192nd day of the year and in the 28th week of the year (week starts from Sunday). • 2018 is not a leap year, so there are 365 days in this year.AD stands for Anno Domini (Latin for "In the year of (Our) Lord"), abbreviated as AD. The decades from 1920 to 1999, are called "the Twenties", "the Sixties", etc.
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"Britt, not sure if you're single, but I know the most amazing guy and I think you guys would LOVE LOVE each other. Was he a singer on the side and hopefully had a real job? :)She continued to list quality things about his personality that peaked my interest: down-to-earth, very fun, very goofy, and most importantly, not conceited. I happened to be in London for work and was available for the weekend. For 2 GLORIOUS hours we listen to a set list of popsongs we've never heard of (with teenagers and their mother's crying all around us). He asked what I thought of the show, and I politely confess it was my first time hearing any of his music. The following day, we start talking in the most 2017 way as possible..Instagram DM. I’ll admit I just had to look that up on a map”.*GIF* *Sarcastic joke*To more "in-depth" conversations including our favorite movies and the random heart/fire emoji on an insta story mirror selfie. I was honest and told him I had a "fairly" normal tech job, lived in an apartment in East Village and that I walk down four flights of stairs to the laundry room. it was when I sent the picture of my feet in wool socks propped up watching Netflix (because what fan in the UK would ever do that?!