Beware the ugly cry

I'm a woman. My mood swings are relatively unpredictable. It's cliche, but true. But I can guarantee you two weeks from now, I will be bawling.

We have a constant running countdown. 2 months. 3 weeks.

And now, 11 days until Seth the Southern Charmer and I get to be together again. And after an all too short 60 hours of togetherness, we'll be torn apart again.

I was expecting the online dating thing to be hard. The initial shudder accompanying the confession to family and friends, "Well, actually I'm going to try online dating." Putting together your own personal ad that men across the country would judge you on. The hours it would take to flip through profiles. The awkward initial conversations. The endless, "I'm just not that into yous."

I wasn't expecting to find a normal one. Much less a normal one from Tennessee who in a mere 2.5 months has been able to completely sweep me off my feet. Our relationship isn't supposed to be blossoming as it is. I had told myself not to get attached.

But I did. And he did. And now we're both wondering where we go from here. Frequent flyer miles, connecting flights and teary goodbyes can only last for so long. For a relationship to actually thrive and grow, you have to be in the same place.

We just don't know where that place actually is. Or when it'll be ready for us.