There’s a very real Chicago thing that happens in early-stage relationships where you have to decide if the person is worth leaving your neighborhood for.
As you get older it switches to worth leaving the house for.
— Salem Collo-Julin (@hollo) August 6, 2020
You would have thought I tweeted the cure for cancer or something. Never seen so many of you respond with so much gusto, either for or against the idea of someone being “Geographically Desirable” (a tip of the hat to previous Reader contributor Ted Cox for bringing that up). But before I could deliver a long ranty thread about the implications of what socialization could evolve into because of this pandemic, my fellow Chicagoans brought me back to this sweet, sweet earth with their personal tales of crosstown romance gone right. Several of you posted photos of you and your sweethearts along with little details about how far you had to travel to keep up your love. Inspired again by another past Reader contributor’s response (thanks Ted McClelland!), I wrote some terrible poetry in honor of your long-distance love. Humans, you’ll always find a way to be cute.
💞You my sweet I do adoreI will take the 54ride a bike or pink line tooonly just to be with you 🥰😎 https://t.co/Os0hOV9Ikm
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