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How about you go once and she comes to see you the next time and so on...would it help?

That would depend on the costs. Would the attraction remain strong enough to warrant coming up with the cash to continue long trips?
Considering the availability of millions of single people out there today?
I doubt it.
Somebody is destined to have a broken heart unless both are wealthy and can afford steady travel and truly love each other.
JMHO

It's an interesting issue that all long-distance lovers have to deal with in their own unique ways. The main thing is to be able to openly discuss the finances involved, and to approach the issue in a fair-minded way.

That's what I did with GG when I proposed that the winner of a wrist-wrestling match between us pays all expenses...

I guess you could sleep on a cot in my parents room. My parents dont allow men to stay the night but maybe soon I will get my own place. if I can find a year liong job, and get a new car, and get someone to pay my college bills, and.....maybe I'll just stay in my parents house.

How far does GG lice Jeff? Takes me five hours and two flights to get to PPV.

Maybe it's just me, but that sounds awfully kinky. I don't think one should generally sleep with one's date's parents...sets the wrong precedent, in my humble opinion.

Yes, I was thinking of you two when I wrote that, S. She lives 512 miles north of me in Canada. That takes me about 7 1/2 hours of driving (at high speed).

And how often do you see her?

Worth it though eh?

Going is great, coing away is large sunglasses, sitting on the plane and then finding a note in my book, hoping than the person sat next to me does not want to chat.

Actually, my two flights are just under an hour each, it is the hour and a half to the airport and the layover that is the longest.

I got back yesterday and I am feeling it a bit.

Tom, as I am the one at the moment who can travel, due to my working hours, it is easier for me to arrange holiday time because of knowing when my holidays are, when the school is closed, I am the traveller, I book my flights in as much advance and redeem the air miles that I have, so the cost is kept to a minimum for me.

I get there and I am taken care of beautifully.

The person beside you wishing to chat may be just one of the people here, inclined to meet and greet the world.

As for the whole transportation and logistical aspect of the "long date", although seemingly ineffective in cost, allows onself to feel the aspects of "time away / vacation" yet having the feeling of "coming home" which all of us "single" people love having the security of. Anyone who know me can attest to the fact that I am guilty of the comfort of having my own life and living it large when having guests or being welcomed to their place....

Just my view.

I am willing to host. If we decided that nothing was going to happen on that first trip, regardless of attraction, or the trip is made and there is no attraction in person, I have a guest room. I consider it's not a loss, because if nothing else, to have gotten to that point we must have become really close, and so we've at least met a friend in person.

Hosting, btw, comes complete with food, beverages, and toiletries if needed. Better than a hotel, since the meals are home-cooked...and I may not be a chef, but I'm not a bad cook. Menu is dependent on the tastes of my guest for that time, as well. There's got to be things we both like to eat that I can fix.

Well, I think we're in similar places emotionally, S, since I just got back yesterday, too. Feeling a bit down today, but trying to work through it with a bit of humor. Good luck to both of us!

When I arrive I am taken care of beautifully as well...

Kill joy!

I met a man once - well, that's not true, because we never did actually meet in person - but, I ALMOST met a man once that lives about a five hour drive away. We grew interested in each other on a dating site we had both just joined. Being newbies, we didn't know a thing about online dating and hadn't really looked to see where the other lived. We had a good rapport online and took it to the phone call stage where we had an instant connection. We talked for HOURS, about everything. Yes, we eventually figured out that we were in for a drive if we were to meet. We also figured out that neither of us was in a position where we could relocate. I came to enjoy our conversations more and more. It was a real day-brightener to hear from this man. And yes, there was as much of a physical connection as one can have via phone, emails, pictures. Well, this man was afraid that if we ever met, we would have a sizzling-hot encounter, and, coupled with the base of knowing so much about each other already, he would fall for me. Then, we would have a "long-distance relationship" and miss each other, and wonder what the other was up to, and one or the other of us would eventually have a weak moment and cheat and then somebody would get their heart broken, yada yada yada....ad nauseum.

He done thunk it straight into the ground! I'm a little more realistic. I said, "What if we meet and I think you suck? Problem solved!!! Or you could think I'm a hag!"

Instead of reaching a little, instead of going out on that limb, he chose to never meet me for fear of what MIGHT happen! If we all thought like that we'd never take a shower for fear of slipping, or drive a car for fear of a drunk driver, or eat sushi for fear of whatever that nastiness is that gets in raw fish!

Diamond, I was so hot for this guy, on so many levels, I could have withstood the away times with just anticipation of our next torrid encounter and the knowledge that we were both working toward the common goal of being together someday! And who is to say what tomorrow will bring? I will eventually be able to relocate. And maybe he could have, eventually, too. Nothing is written in stone. It seems a shame not to try. I'll admit that I've been beaten down a little by love, but that just makes me more open to something really good when it finally appears. End of novel. Sorry.

I know exactly..and I mean exactly what you went through as I stand in your shoes right now. And yes, it is hard.