In today’s society texting has become the social norm. Rarely do people pick up the telephone and call one another – which I find interesting because if you are going on an internet date, wouldn’t you want to know what that person sounds like? Or does it even matter? I say this because if a guy does not have the decency to call me, I always preface my first dates with the horrible notion that I might actually sound like Marge Simpson’s sister – which always prompts an immediate voice verify telephone call. HA HA… NEXT……
Whether it is friends, family or complete strangers I have always felt it rude to try to carry on a conversation with someone while they were texting. Two pet peeves – people who are working at a cash register AND…. When you are out on a date and they are texting while you are trying to hold an intelligent conversation. Chances are they are texting another woman for either a booty call later in the evening if you decide not to put out or having continuous ongoing conversations with multiple women, because one is never enough.
If you are single you have probably experienced the NUMBERS GAME BLAST, it’s Friday or Saturday night, you’re at home watching a little tv, blogging, etc., and you get a familiar text that says: “What’s up?” You know beyond a shadow of a doubt that this very same text just went out to 20 other women at exactly the same time, and that the sender is just waiting to receive all his options before deciding what to do because in today’s society it is not about an altruistic relationship or friendship it is about “What Can You Do For ME” or “Who’s Going To Put Out the Easiest”. The texter’s gross negligence comes into play when he does not realize you can “REPLY ALL” citing “no thanks – unsubscribe – NEXT….. ” in your text response.
Who hasn’t been out with all their friends and all the sudden, the conversation turns into crickets chirping because everyone is nose down in their cell phone texting? It is almost like a yawn, one person pulls out their iPhone while everyone else is looking at the bill, and then someone else starts doing it, and before you know it, you are engulfed into a ritualistic circle of texters. Almost like everyone has turned into post apocolytic zombies. To pull everyone out of their trance, the proper antidote is to send a text to everyone in the circle asking them “I’m thirsty, shall we order another round?”
Everybody screens calls – as I mentioned above – an altruistic friendship is hard to come by these days, so if you are not on the “Fun List”, you can be assured your call will go straight to voicemail; however, there are times when you are seriously in the middle of something or you just don’t feel like talking. You receive two alerts – voicemail and missed call…. BUT why do some people feel the need to ALSO send a text to let you know they just left a bloody message? Common sense would dictate that if “Huked on Fonics” worked for you – that the recipient is most likely smart enough to see they have a missed call and listen to their voicemail…. ya think??? You should text back, “What’s next, Skippy, a drive by?”
DICK MOVE TEXTER
You’re dating this really great guy- each time he sends you a text you get a great big smile on your face and your heart pitter patters. He sends you a text asking you what your plans are for the weekend. Thinking he wants to spend some quality time with you or take you somewhere fantastic, tell him your schedule is wide open. He then responds “Oh okay, cool.”
Talk about a slap in the face – you are most likely standing there with your mouth hung open saying “AS IF!” How does one recover from this blow? Don’t respond. NEXT….
Posted on June 9, 2014, in My Life Over 40 and tagged Bad Love, boyfriend, Dating, Everyday Life; boxers, Funny, Girl Power, Guys, Journey, Life, life after 40, Love, Me, Men, Over 40, over 40 and single, Relationships, who not to date, Women. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.