DH and I dated for 9 months, and then his dad got transferred to NJ (we are in Ohio) just as I started college. He was in NJ from September to the end of March. I visited him for 10 days at Christmas break and a week for spring break--then he came here for a week and decided to move in with some friends and move back home. Then I lived in the dorm for another year, but I went home every weekend (20 min). I commuted the last two years.
The worst thing was that a mutual "friend" (who wanted him for herself I later discovered) told him that when he moved away she was going to take me out at college, get me drunk and "throw guys" at me. So he left a little paranoid, and so I was a very, very good girl. I think I only went out drinking once that year (18 was legal then, folks).
Not only was maintaining the relationship difficult--I wrote him at least every other day and sent tons of cards; I had to sell a meal coupon book to pay my phone bill--but there is so much pressure, esp. in college, to give it up and just go out and go crazy. I remember at frosh orientation they had a "psychic" answering audience questions and one girl asked about her HS boyfriend, and this guy recommended that we all cut all our commitments and just enjoy the college experience! Stuff like that made us work even harder to keep our relationship going. But I can tell you that DH is the most honest person I've ever met, and I never had any doubt that he would be loyal to me--that would have put the kibosh on it right there.
We ended up dating a total of 5 1/2 years and have been married 19 1/2 years, 20 in June.
Robin M.