She later told me that our correspondence kept her sane in Antarctica's surreal conditions.This summer I'll either move in with her or move to Beirut or Erbil while I work on my dissertation.If she goes back to the ice this year I'll take a short-term contract with an aid organization in the Middle East and we'll meet up afterwards. We kept in touch via letters and the phone when I was in port in Seattle and via Ham Radio while underway.
I was on the I met Zorig in the summer of 2014 while on a trip to Mongolia with my father.
We toured parts of the country and capital for two weeks, then went on a one week fly-fishing trip in a northern province. After only six days together, Zorig said, "I love you," to me at the airport as I departed.
I thought the man was crazy—as we had hardly begun to know one another and had only shared some stolen kisses in the wee hours of the night.
readers about one of the most fraught kind of relationships—the long distance kind, or LDRs.
We assumed we'd get 50 or so responses, and maybe we'd pick a few stories to highlight. The results were incredible—and fill the interactive map above.
People conducted relationships from the ends of the earth, spanning years and ostensibly filling whole hard drives with video chats and text messages.
The reasons for the geographical spread were manifold, and many people reported being continents apart for years.
Here are some of the more surprising findings: I was living in NY when I got an Ok Cupid message from someone in Denver, even though my searches were set to the NY metro area only. Queens counts as a LDR.) Her profile said she works outside the US October through March, and her photos included a lot of ice and snow.
One photo showed her posing next to a gigantic seal, and the caption said, "Near Mc Murdo Station." I Googled, then wrote back and asked, "Do you really work in Antarctica? Over the next six months, we exchanged long emails and asked each other the 36 questions that that article claims create intimacy between strangers.
She told me all about life on the ice and I told her all about my own weird life.
When I found out her name and googled her, the search results said someone with that name does work in Mc Murdo, and that her hobbies include motorcycles, skydiving, scuba diving, surfing and skiing. To prove that she was real, she sent me a series of postcards, letters and gifts with Antarctica postmarks.