Alllrighty. I feel like maybe I am getting old, or somehow I am not keeping up with Kardashians, but really, what is the deal with texting? I mean, I get it -- another way to send messages to friends, and I use it in this way. If you ask me though, texting is for quick notes like "u looked hot today," "parking car b there soon," or my personal fave, "at the bar." What I cannot understand is why WHY WHY men want to text whole conversations with me.
Take a gentleman who was on the dating roster about a month ago, aka The Texter. I had been emailing for about a week, and was ready to move onto a real conversation, so I gave him my number. That night he texted me: Hi, how was your day? What R U doing this weekend? When should we meet?
Hmmmmm...I simply do NOT understand how I would be expected to respond. Staring into my litte phone and painstakingly typing my answer (because i don't do enough of that at work) is not how I want to spend my time when we could speak 10 times as fast. I say -- give me a call. I really don't like texting. Then, that evening, he texts AGAIN. No call. Then we have a series of dates and he disappears, which was fine with me at the time, only to reappear a month later, BY TEXT. Now really though? WTF? I said give me a call, and he just kept texting.
Maybe it's me, but I hate it. I hate text. When that is the only way you communicate, consider yourself stunted in the area of communication. Needless to say, I did not see The Texter again. NEXT! For the love of god NEXT.
Friday, April 11, 2008
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