I'm sure someone else has made a thread about this in the past, or something similar enough that I'm probably just wasting space, but, eh, I figured a new topic would catch a few more eyes and hopefully a few more responses.
In the short time I've joined and posted around ADISC, I haven't really opened up or anything, so I'm going to kind of throw out a little bit about myself to set the stage for the question at hand.
My mom always called me a little bit of a 'late-bloomer' in terms of the dating scene. I didn't get my first kiss until I was 17, and my first boyfriend until 17 as well. But that short span of time had been one of the greatest moments of my life. I dated this person for almost 1 year flat, but it ended when he told me he no longer felt the same way. Yes, I was crushed, devastated, blown out of the water, whatever you'd like to call it. It hurt, it stung, felt like I had been impaled with something, etc etc.
And so I existed for a year on my own, a little over a year exactly without another 'significant other' in my life. I learned my place at the table, accepted I wasn't obviously going to find someone to date me and like me for me, and moved on with life. Was it hard? Hell yes. I spent countless nights crying after watching Facebook status' updating about people gushing over their other half. It was like sticking needles all over my body and breaking off the tip inside the skin.
A little over a couple of months ago, someone began to express interest in me, enough that he wanted my phone number and wanted to talk to me after I was off WoW (yes, that's where I met him) and text me frequently. We'll just call him Missouri Boy for the sake of the conversation. Well, Missouri Boy really only wanted some nasty photos, so after getting my hopes up that maybe I was going to have a little bit of good luck in life after all, I pretty much said 'Screw it, if I find someone, I find someone. Until then, to hell with it all. I'm done looking'.
That was when I met someone else, and we're going to call him Texas Boy. Texas instantly came off as a moron and a jerk to me in the game; he was blunt, knew how to press your buttons and watch you squirm, everything I wasn't looking for. Part of me doesn't even know how it happened, but one night he, after hearing me vent for twenty minutes, asked for my phone number. At this point I figured why not, and gave it to him. That was almost two months ago. Two days ago, the 19th, we had a heart-to-heart over the phone and laid our cards on the table, both telling the other that we liked each other. Since that night I gave him my phone number, he still calls me every night, still texts me all day long.
I know, I know, it sounds like I've hit the Happy Ending Phase, right? One small problem. He's IN Texas, and I'm, well, I'm in Pennsylvania. So right now, to save ourselves, we're trying a long-distance relationship, keeping it strictly between ourselves and our closest friends. If it looks like we don't hate each other's guts in a few months, we're going to be a little more open about it.
Has anyone else ever had a long-distance relationship? How big was the distance? Did you ever end up meeting them? How did it go? I'm just looking to see if anyone else has a little experience that can offer a little support to the situation.