by mssinglemama on May 4, 2009
Sometimes it’s a good thing when you receive an errant text…
meant for another girl with a name very much like yours.
“Drinks with you went much better than expected : ) im glad we met up tonite!”
And suddenly you realize why your perfectly dateable, totally attractive, single dad friend is still single.
He can’t text girls worth a shit.
This is not the good thing. The good thing is that I can help him.
So I text back:
“Wrong girl!!!! Haaaaaaa. And never text a : ) to a girl again. You need texting lessons!”
I called him and gave him the some tips, the first being not to text a girl seconds after you’ve parted ways. Let her wonder a bit. And yeah, the smiley face from a guy – not so much.
After my divorce I realized quickly the world of dating had changed thanks to text messaging. I soon discovered that many guys, especially the younger ones, actually ask you out on dates via text and sometimes even cancel them via text. At first I balked at all of this but now I’m slipping into the texting camp.
I’m also discovering that a man’s texting style, like his kissing style, can either turn me completely on or off. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on May 22, 2008
I would like to introduce you to a phone.
That thing with numbers. You push them. Then you talk to the person on the other end, and if it’s a girl you’re asking out for the very first time you make the call at a reasonable hour – ask her questions about herself, yada, yada – find a mutual meeting spot and set a date. You DO NOT SEND A TEXT MESSAGE.
If I were 15, it might be okay. But I’m 29! And I want to date a man, not a boy.
Remember the guy who kept texting me? I was so annoyed I texted him to call me the next time. Five days later, not phone call and then – another text. At this point the Dane had landed and the guy didn’t have shot in hell, but this is still funny.
Here’s how it ended.
Five days later … another text!
His Text: What are you doing this weekend?
My Text: Going to Athens.
His Text: Ha! See ya there.
My Text: Which festival are you going to?
No response.
And then late that night, while I’m falling asleep… my phone rings. It’s him! What??? I send it to voice mail. Then it rings again! And he leaves another voice mail. Two voice mails. The next morning I listen to them. [click to continue…]
by mssinglemama on May 13, 2008
Last night I was running around cleaning like crazy. (I have a house guest coming, a very handsome house guest from Denmark and also one of the sweetest men I’ve ever known). So I’m bustling around cleaning as much as I can because Benjamin was at his father’s.
Then I hear it. Beeeupp.
The text beep.
Hmmm…could it be the bar guy texting me again?
Yep. I have completely written him off twice now. The first time for just letting my last text go unanswered and the second time when he asked me out a few days later via text… [click to continue…]
