Let’s set the scene. You’re swiping through your dating app of choice at 11 p.m., half-convinced that the algorithm hates you personally, when a profile pops up that is, geographically speaking, ridiculous. He lives on a different continent. He operates on a time zone that makes “good morning” texts arrive while you’re eating lunch. And somewhere in his bio, wedged between a photo of him smiling awkwardly in his living room, it says he has kids. Every instinct I’d built up from years of mediocre dating experiences screamed the same warning: too far, too busy, too complicated, too good to be true. I had been trained, like a lot of…