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20Q
A Twisted Day In The Life Of...
Anenigma
Danielle
Geek In Black
Glibbertysmidgeon
Go Fug Yourself
The Invincible Revenge Of Mr. Brick
The Marj Memoirs
Mark Pickerel
Waiter Rant
Warren Ellis
Weetabix
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“You know, long-distance relationships never work,” she said. “You’re not really together.”
I responded with, “Kevin and I have been dating for more than a year. We never fight, we’re happy. We’re together.”
She sniffed, a pious smile on her face.
“I guess you and I just have different definitions of the word ‘together’.”
This self-proclaimed ‘mother hen’ is probably 30 years older than I am, and newly married to a man who works out of town five days a week. How is my relationship much different? How is seeing Kevin every few months for two or three weeks at a time such a 180 from her seeing her husband two days out of every week?
I think that over the years relationships have changed, along with everything else. Adult life is a little more fast-paced than it was twenty or thirty years ago. People have careers that consume 80 hours out of every week, and if they don’t have a career that pays well and overworks them, they have three part-time minimum-wage jobs to pay for all of the things that are needed to survive. Where’s the time for dating? You just don’t meet people the same ways they did in the ‘70’s. Lifestyles have changed, technology has changed, and the collective morals of entire countries have changed.
In my situation it’s not a question of having time to date, it’s a matter of having very few options in the immediate vicinity. All of the men that live here are either gross, impossibly immature, or have already completed the circuit of available women at least once. If your choices were as limited as mine are, you’d import fresh meat too.
