tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10441671692326618652011-11-27T15:57:45.989-08:00We’re talking about bi-coastal, from sunny Southern California to the hustle and bustle of New York. We made it work long distance. Then, we moved in together, made it work, and are ready for the next step. Here’s our story and the things we’ve learned along the way.the-Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505679008454623135noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044167169232661865.post-20783478881586986952008-01-17T18:01:00.000-08:002008-01-18T18:54:44.902-08:00theMan - In College, my nickname was jackass. I was not an asshole. I was a jackass. I made chauvinistic comments and told chauvinistic jokes to rile girls up, would not walk them back to their dorm at night, and insisted splitting the check after a first date. I firmly believed that love was just a chemical reaction in your brain and that there was no reason to have titles (i.e. girlfriend/boyfriend). I felt that by not having a title girls would work harder and be nicer for a longer period of time. I was terrible in relationships but at least I warned people. After College, my plan was to work hard until I was thirty and then settle down after I was financially secure and it was convenient. I had an image in my mind of what I was looking for in a woman and could describe it to people. With a busy work schedule and clubbing and going to the gym as my only activities outside work, I had difficulties meeting girls but I was fine with it as I was focusing on my career.<br /><br /><br />theWoman- I’ve always gotten along better with men than with women. I had male friends and numerous boyfriends. I enjoyed the company of men but I never found myself drawn to anyone. I considered myself somewhat of a man-eater and I was proud of it. I was used to getting my way and doing what I wanted to do. My heart’s idea of what real love should be was in constant opposition to the logical side of my brain. I knew I wanted a career – and not just an average one- and I also knew that the likelihood of having a great career and a great relationship was rare if not impossible. Maybe it was my years of social conditioning by a mother who was determined to see me successful but I theorized that getting involved in a serious relationship would push me to drop or put my career in second place. I used to think I had to choose and that life had to take one of two routes – the relationship route or the career route. But then I met the-Man and my life hasn’t been the same since.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1044167169232661865-2078347888158698695?l=making-it-work.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>the-Manhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06505679008454623135noreply@blogger.com0