I’ve gone on 3 dates with a man I really dig, but who is a shit texter.
Earlier today Troy and I were chatting about my dating life and I told him about this guy. Troy wasn’t sure what a “shit texter” meant, so I hopped over to check our thread and typed back a reply regarding the frequency of texts.
Except I forgot to return to my thread with Troy.
It was on the Shit Texter’s thread.
My stomach dropped, my heart stopped, I clapped my hand over my mouth. I might have yelled at the phone in a long, drawn out, “Nooooooooooooo!”
I hadn’t texted him since after our quick coffee date yesterday where we sat snuggled up together on a couch for about an hour before we both had to run. He walked me to my car and we kissed sweetly; I wished we could have done more, but the clock was against us. I really like this lughead.
An hour or two later I texted him a smiley face and note that he didn’t need to respond. It’s an open, running joke that he sucks at texting. He proudly owns it and this early in our dating I feel weird to demand any changes.
He replied with a laugh and a note that it was nice to see me that day.
I told him I’d had a nice time, too, and would like to see him when he returns from his 10-day vacation which starts today.
I hadn’t heard from him in 18 hours when I sent him that mistext.
Dating is difficult and strange; we try to become mind readers. I’m done with trying to interpret people, so while his texting habits drive me fucking crazy I truly enjoy myself when we spend time together. The odd thing is, he’s easier to hang out with than just about any other man I’ve met. He’s on time, funny, affectionate, open. He’s also sweetly nervous.
We also don’t “date.” He doesn’t, I don’t, we don’t, but we kinda are. I haven’t been as nervous to see anyone as I have been him and there’s something between us that draws me in. I’m intrigued. He can also eat pussy like a champ.
All this from a shit texter.
So how does one fix a faux pas such as revealing that you’re talking about his bad texting habits to someone else?
I did the only thing I could think of: I sent boobs.
Within a minute or two he responded with “Well played.”
I texted back, “Thanks.”
Of course I didn’t hear anything else from him and now he’s on a plane to London. It remains to be seen what the fall out from my texting seizure will be. It also remains to be seen what the fall out will be from his horrendously bad texting habits.