So, regular folk round here know I’ve been dating ‘H’ for a while, with both of us shuttling back and forth between Melbourne and home (near Byron Bay, Australia) once a month.
We chanced across each other online, then spent three months emailing or texting, plus exchanging stories and hand drawn comics; we never spoke on the phone.
Finally, we met at noon outside Flinders St train station, an iconic Melbourne landmark.
And the rest, as they say, ladies and gentlemen, is Herstory. If you’re really keen, you could revisit or explore these past posts:
We’ve just had our one year anniversary, where we recreated our first date exactly, meeting at the train station, going for Japanese lunch, wandering the streets of downtown Melbourne, then returning to the dusty second hand bookshop where we had our first shy kiss.
And we agreed it was time for the big reveal, so here we are, standing at Flinders twelve months later, totally in love.
Over the course of a year, we’ve managed to see each other 12 times, for about a week each time (thankfully, I travel for work as a performing street theatre and stilts artist, so some of that travel expense has been paid for), or I’ve been able to treat H to a complimentary festival ticket so that we can hang out together when I’m not covered in make up, sweat, and an outrageous costume.
We also text daily, and now talk too, sometimes with dress up Skype dates, or Facetime.
I can honestly say I’ve never met anyone with whom I can be more ‘myself’, and that’s partly simply because of who ‘H’ is, as a sweet, complex, fluid creature whom I have no interest in putting a binary gender to.
We match on a wide variety of levels, and that includes creatively, which got us into this situation in the first place. I love H’s drawings/comics, and H loves my stories; it was an old-fashioned courtship but using the web.
We’ve misunderstood each other, sulked, fought, apologised, made up, laughed, longed for, and sat silently together on the end of a phone line, while washing dishes or sunset walking. We’ve had some lovely real life adventures, met each other’s friends, and are now getting close to meeting family members (Xmas didn’t seem like a good time, Grinch that I am).
H made me the most wonderful book for my 51st birthday, remember that HERE, while I flew down for H’s 51st, where we dressed up and went out to dinner with friends.
So we wanted to share this first anniversary with you, as some of you have watched this romance unfold from the beginning, and me getting more serious about this blog was part of the creative inspiration I got from H.
THANK YOU All.
In gratitude for Love, G xO
EPILOGUE: If you’re coming across this post after March 2018, sadly it’s all changed, and you can read this to get updated: The 2nd heavy rock in my heart: no more long distance relationship