Very rarely are text messages from me appropriate. Besides being all thumbs on my shitty flip-phone, I am guilty of texting at insane hours without time concept (re: insomnia) or being overly sarcastic or ahem, “notty” (seriously, I don’t think most guys know how to spell this word)… or ack, while imbibed. The conversations are all over the place. And completely misunderstood. And as I mentioned yesterday, completely passive-aggressive. I hate that texting has become the norm in both societal communication and a requisite in the dating world.
I suppose at a sub-standard level in “getting to know someone” or engaging in a simple “thinking of you” it’s easier in thought and the cost of a tank of gas or a stamp. But I am not joking that 99.5% of my relationship with SSD was based in text. And you know, the every other month that my ass drove to Cincinnati to sex see him. But I digress… if someone intends to go beyond that “stage” or survive past “the talk,” it better be more hands-free, if you know what I mean.
While perusing the internet earlier today (I don’t remember the site), I was reminded of a text story of my own. While casually dating Okie (ha! Remember him? I can’t even find any old post about him — he was after the “L” stage and before I moved to Arizona), I hadn’t heard from him in a while. Yeah, yeah, big deal being moved up to the MLB and all the sudden you’re “famous” for like 9 minutes… and subsequently “forgot” me while on the road.
Near the end of that particular season, he texted me that he was in town one last time and wanted to hang out. Sweetness (he actually was really sweet… too bad for the professional athlete thing). In a panic, I texted my sister: OMG, Okie just texted me and he is in town again! What do I say?
Only I sent that text back to Okie.
I have no idea how I was able to pull that one off. He texted back (thankfully): Haha. Cute.
Major win on that dating snafu.
Be that as it may, I remember rushing to get ready and meet him somewhere. And then he just fucking left because he didn’t want to wait any longer. And texted me: Maybe next time.
There was no next time.
Have any funny text memories? Have you sent a message that was text-inappropriate?
And a bonus for you: You’re Kidding, Right?
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