A direct route would have been about 3,000 miles by car. The route I took was 4,500, give or take, and nothing materialized.
I like road trips, though.
I had someone visit me in California from Illinois about ten years ago. Relationship didn’t work out and I felt like shit about his expenses afterward. (We were both poor college students at the time.)
But then I traveled a similar distance to see about another relationship. In the long term, it didn’t work out, but it was good in the short term. I don’t regret it.
I don’t know if I should consider those short or long flights, though. I would be a hell of a lot more hesitant about flying to, say, Australia regarding a potential relationship. But within North America, if it has gotten to the point that the other two relationships had, yeah, I’d do it. But never say never, I guess.
I traveled from O’Hare to Reno, NV already. That’s pretty far IMO.
I wouldn’t do it anymore, but at the time I was smitten. I don’t think I would ever have flown internationally though.
Over a decade ago, I corresponded with a guy for several months before deciding to fly across country to meet him. We had gotten to a point where we were talking on the phone several times a day and talking about taking our relationship “to the next level.”
He picked me up at the airport and brought me to his gorgeously posh home where he proceeded to pull out the paraphernalia to shoot-up heroin…
I caught a cab and immediately returned home (to great expense).
How posh?
I’d drive to Phoenix, which is a couple hours, but that’s about my limit just for a first meeting. Unless he lived somewhere really cool and I could turn it into a fun vacation at the same time, or had friends or family in the area that I could visit as well.
I’d walk a million miles for one of her smiles.
Dude, that’s your mammy. Ew.
7K miles, give or take. Las Vegas to Sydney, Australia. I stayed two weeks, then left. Then went back.
We’ve been married 8 years. It was scary but it was the best decision ever.
I once went 300 miles to meet someone I had met online. I booked a motel for a few days and intended if the first date didn’t work out I’d holiday there for a few days. The first date went so well that I even knew her safe phrase for “come and get me out of here” before her daughter rang.
We went out for a bit until the tyranny of distance beat us.
I think that’s Geographically Undesirable.
I flew 400 miles to meet my wife eleven years ago.
My son flew from WI to England to meet a woman he first met on the Intertoobs. He’s married to her now.
Some encouraging stories. I fly out today.
No more than a half hour and only in the Indianapolis metro area.
Been there, done that, bought the tee-shirts for a LD relationship. Both failed within six months.
Commfortable drive. I have no interest in long distance relationships.
When my wife and I “met”, she lived in the Washington DC area and I was in Chicago. It was about a 90 min flight and we managed it about once a month, alternating who visited who. That went on for almost exactly a year before she said “screw it” and moved out to Chicago.
It was tiring but the efforts paid off. I’m not sure that I’d want to start it again at this point in my life but I suppose I would for the right person (well, the right person lives here now but you know what I mean).
Driving 17 hours is my personal best. I only stopped for coincided fuel, food, and restroom breaks.
For an update, it went very poorly. In person we just didn’t mesh. Nothing dramatic like having her shoot up heroin. Came home a day early. Don’t regret trying though.
A girl I’d wind up living with for two years flew to Arizona from Florida to meet me for the first time. I would have been willing to fly to meet her. So a short flight.
I flew from Montreal to Washington DC to meet someone I’d been talking to for months online. I married him, so I’d say it was worth it. We were long distance for almost two years before I could make a move to the US to be closer to him and start “dating” for real.
Sorry it didn’t work out, Loach. You’d have kicked yourself if you didn’t try. Better luck next time.