For a while, I was having terrible luck with dating - specifically that people I dated kept leaving the province. And these are absolutely true:

• One guy was an archaeologist who got accepted to an exchange in Israel;
• One guy was accepted to a Masters program in Ithaca
• One guy decided to be a competitive body builder and took off to Thailand (is body building a thing there? I thought that was so weird)
• Another got an internship in Seattle or Boston, I can't remember.
• One was a cook in the Navy and got transferred to Halifax.

It was such a strange string of bad luck. A lot of jokes were made about me being so awful to date that people would move thousands of kilometers away to escape me.

And then I started dating a guy who actually stuck around, and we were together for two years. After that breakup, the first guy I started dating told me a month in that he was going to be traveling around the world for a year as a journalist. He was kind of insulted that my reaction was uncontrollable laughter.