I find it comical (and a bit depressing) to admit that dating in NYC was easier than my ‘dating’ experience in Buenos Aires. But even harder to believe, is how rough dating in Skypeville can be. And by dating, I mean scheduling a time to speak with friends from home via Skype.
If I had a moneda for every time a video chat was set or gmail conference call (the hipster Skype) was discussed and then never executed, I would be rolling in a bed of colectivo fare. It’s not that I don’t want to catch up with my friends, it’s that everybody’s busy schedules and varying time zones, make it difficult to connect.
But I’m not going to lie, there’s nothing better than when the call finally does happen, and I spend 2 hours with a best friend getting updates on wedding planning, hearing about friend gossip and just plain reverting to our 22 year old selves that puts a smile on my face. I love the comforts of good friendships, the inside jokes and knowing that no matter how much time passes between a Skype date (nonetheless a face-to-face interaction), that we will always have something to talk/laugh/cry about. Good friends are hard to come by, and I’ve learned to appreciate them even more during my time down South.
As an aside, family Skype dates (or should I say meetings?) are much easier to come by. I probably talk to my parents 50% more now that I live in another continent and honestly, I enjoy talking to them more here too. Even if they are just keeping me company while I make lentil soup (Luisa providing helpful cooking tips & Rick providing tidbits from the latest New York Magazine), it’s a great way to feel like el mundo es un pañuelo.
Pictured above: One of my favorite family skype sessions and the perfectly “Dennstedt” commentary that followed below: