Yes, just how it sounds. I met a handsome French guy online. He was 3 years older than me, working in the tech industry in San Francisco (of course).
He was a mysterious, quiet guy, with a background so different from mine that made him look very exciting in my eyes.
He was relatively well-off, so we would party mostly every week, get drinks after work or on the weekends.
I enjoyed his company, his friends and co-workers -we were having fun and I really liked him.
But the excitement wasn’t meant to last: a few months after we started dating he needed to return to France to take care of his visa status.
The process was going to take months and although I was prepared to wait for his return, long-distance wasn’t for us.
We tried skyping and texting, but the feelings wore off quickly and we soon realized we needed to let go (which also ruined my opportunity to visit Paris…oh well).
That was when a thought stroke me: he had never passed the front door of my apartment! And it’s me, rather than him, to be blamed for this.
I guess the difference in our life status or perhaps the lack of intimacy made me uncomfortable bringing him in the tiny apartment I was staying at.
Retrospectively, it might not have been the deepest relationship, but it was definitely a fun one.