文档介绍：你的新娘不是我
I met Dan, my future husband, in college when I was 20. But we never married. In fact, we were never engaged. Not even close. I say he was my future husband only because he was that important to me.
We were together for five years, dating off and on, and the entire time I was sure we would one day marry, have vision-1)impaired children and eventually stop hurting each other. During those years we didn’t live with, or even remotely near, each other; yet with Facebook, Gmail, Google Chat and smartphones, we were able to talk in every possible way on every device, at a high cost financially and emotionally, from any 2)locale in the world, at any time, on the occasion of any emotional 3)outburst or drunken 4)whim.
We lived on the , our own little of “us”-ness separated by 5)LCD screens. We spent superhuman amounts of time talking online, with him in his bedroom in one state and me in my office in another. When our relationship was“on,” we would talk, on average, several hours a day, five days a week. And I would think about him every second―even the spaces between seconds. Online, we could say anything. We had real conversations about pretend futures. I would say, “You know, if I learned to cook and have kids, we could be a really perfect couple,”to which he would respond, without missing a beat, “And then, on weekends, I could go out and get the paper in my bat