25) Blame Canada!

After talking with one of my friends today, and by talking with I mean texting, I came to the conclusion that everyone I know is long distance dating.  Maybe there is more to it than I originally thought.  I mean, you have the freedom of being apart with the comfort of knowing it's just a tank of gas to be together.  Does a seperate zip code give you more satisfaction? 

Is traveling the distance really worth the mileage?...

Back in the days when hopping on your two wheeler with your back pack full of G.I. Joe's and apple juice, the only thing you needed to worry about was not having your mother know you crossed the tracks, being friends or even young "crushers" was an easy deal.  Now, with our Blue/Blackberries, our Nintendo 10.12's and our ability to go just about anywhere at any time in our crazy fuel efficeint motor machines, dating has become frequent oil changes and tire rotations and seperated itself from the casual and over-done pack.  A weekend trip could end you up in Vegas for a quicky.  You may no longer bore your tear ducts dry at the same old, same old.  And imagine getting yourself a lover out of it! 

I'm not sure if I could handle such a distance between the cuddle side of life.  My affection levels are at their peak and it's not looking good for the solitary faint of heart.  The phone can only vibrate so hard in your pants pocket before you have to answer it.  Even the knowledge of it being your boyfriend on the other side isn't enough for my sex drive, no matter how low it drops.  Alas...be it a boy from down the street or living in a country ending in "stan", it just needs to be a boy who loves me.

Canada, here I come, eh?!