First of all, I get that texting exists and it’s all I do and I’m really not proud of it. However I would never come on to someone via text. Alright, maybe I would, but it’s only because I basically have to because that’s all everyone does, essentially.
Can guys just man up and call so I don’t have to subtly hint that I’m into you with my written words? Or try to figure out if you’re into me with your unclear messages? Granted, I am probably smoother via text because writing is my thing, but that’s exactly my point. All the people we talk to are probably smoother via text, too. And then you meet them and think, “Where is the person I was talking to? You can’t possibly be them.”
Texting fosters a reality in which people can say things that they don’t really mean because they have no real-time repercussions. You can take the time to think of a witty response, or say something that would never actually come out of your mouth because you have your phone screen to hide behind, you big coward! And I’m guilty of that, too. Because texting is easy. Texting is safe. Texting is for drunk nights and busy afternoons, not for meeting and enticing. For boys, not for men, amirite?
Well I’m not into boys. I might need a glass of wine before I answer a call from you for the first time, but even still, that is better than me trying to get to know you by asking the, “What’s up,” “How are you,” “What have you been up to,” kind of questions, you know? I mean, where is the romance? Where is the love? Where is Justin Timberlake with a killer chorus when you need him?
Nothing is worse than the, “What’s up?” text. What’s up? You know what’s up? I’m texting someone who is a way better texter than you, that’s “what’s up.” (I’m really proud of that line.)
This could just be me being hypocritical (and I’m open to that possibility, but probably not). For instance, I get nervous, too. So messaging actually helps me out when I can’t find the right words to say or am inherently preoccupied and want to take a minute to think. Plus, we are all pretty busy, so I don’t have the time to talk on the phone with you all day, and I assume likewise. So texting is convenient, but I can’t help but wonder; does that make us lose some of the butterflies we would have gotten if we were in our twenties say, fifty years ago? Maybe I’m old fashioned, or maybe I just never want to be one of the ten girls a guy is “texting” because…that’s not my style.
I mean, take Ryan Gosling, for example. He so obviously prefers a good phone call to any other means of communication with his girl (see above). All I’m getting at here, is that we’ve become so used to texting that we can forget the kind of people we want to be with. Maybe you even make someone out to be someone they’re completely and totally not, just based on their texts. What if they’re texting like a Gale but they’re really a Peeta? Big, BIG, difference, and one that I would not want to find out the hard way (Gale all the way, FYI).
So next time you’re flirting or trying to get to know someone, one more thing you could do is, I don’t know, give them a call if you’re brave enough to. If you’re just trying to get laid, texting is the way to go, for sure. But even then I’m sure your booty call would like just that, a booty call once in a while. And if you can’t call because you’re a big baby, do not—DO NOT—ask someone out in an email. Ever! But I don’t really need to get into the reasons for that, do I?
Standards are a hard thing to meet, and I get that, too. Perhaps my standards are too high.
Except they’re totally not.
What do you think about texting? Is it good? Bad? Ugly? Tell me.