allure) does not apply, it’s the subway.
uneventful and downright boring. But if you’re on your way to see a cute boy, that 60 seconds feels more
like a New York hour.
another borough? Or along an entirely different transit system? In a city where
time is everything, an arduous commute on the bus, subway, ferry, PATH, Metro
North, LIRR, etc. can make two or three miles feel like a long-distance
|The A Train used to be my #1 wingman–credit|
and I lived in Crown Heights, Brooklyn and West Harlem, respectively. And since
then, in the dating world, I’ve spent many an eve with my head cocked over a
margarita or a beer, wondering if it’s even worth getting to know Bachelor #27 of
Astoria, Jersey City, or wherever.
to present some survival tips for long-distance love in the city. (I’m writing this advice, by the way, for those Non-Puritanical readers of ours who enjoy a good
sleepover now and then.)
recommend investing in two of every shampoo, conditioner, hair brush,
straightener, blow dryer, razor, and so on. In short, clone each component of
your daily beauty regimen. There are two alternatives to this: You can A)
cramp your style (and spine) lugging around said care products from your place
to his and back, or B) feel gross all day from using his Head & Shoulders
in place of your usual coif-y charms. I recommend the Noah’s Ark approach.
live near different things. Back in
the day when I had a 75-minute commute from Harlem, Mr. Crown Heights was a
mere 20 to 25 minutes from my office. This convenience eventually led to some
tension, because I pretty much wanted to stay at his place every work night.
Beyond work, consider who lives closer to Manhattan, friends, transportion, as well as
good bars and places to eat, and have a conversation with your beau about how
these realities could lead to a lopsided visitation schedule down the line.
you’re Juliet — your eternal love is torn asunder by somebody’s job or school or,
most commonly, a lease. The flames of passion have a way of cropping up
right after you sign on for a year in a new apartment. But what about when your
lease is up? After the drama of distance has ceased, what are you going to do,
move in together? Come up with a game plan far enough in advance that you don’t
do anything stupid like change boroughs, or actually try shacking up with the guy before you’re ready.
people in REAL long-distance relationships.
hard, but it was a piece of cake compared to New York to California, which I
chats, and story after story about your guy’s friends, apartment, job, gym workouts, and
other aspects of daily life that you can’t even visualize. All I can say is, “Good luck with that.”
|Do neighbors have the world’s most convenient relationships?–credit|
the hallway from our significant others à la Monica and Chandler in Friends, which might possibly be a little too close for comfort.
Is there a happy dating medium? Is it within walking distance? Or traveling on one form of public transportation within the same borough?
When dating in one of those five boroughs in NYC, whatever that medium is, I’ll have to
tolerate the New York minutes between Point A and Point Us.