call me

Ever since spring began, I've noticed new love in the air more than ever. Unfortunately, as great as love is, it also comes with a whole set of problems. Enter the battle of proper communication.

As I'm sure the inventor of text messaging thought they had just come up with the best invention since waterproof M80's, they in fact just single handedly changed the dating world as we know it. Phone calls seem to be extinct, as boys think texting is their only way of communicating with us. This peeves me.

Why? Because just as girls don't like to go to the bathroom without a partner, they don't like send a message without it being proof read either. I myself don't like to collaborate, but have been called upon increasingly for double checks. So much in fact that I think the joke 'how many blondes does it take to screw in a light bulb' doesn't hold a candle to the sad truth 'how many girls does it take to construct a text message?' It seems the answer is always plural. Now, waiting around for a boy to text me isn't how i want to spend my fertile years, so I request phone time. I haven't been able to come up with a brilliant response, but until I do 'call me' seems to do the trick.

Speaking of brilliant texts, I would like to share the most amazing jewel of a text message I've ever received. It came from an eastern european gentleman, so if you can swing the accent, you will most definitely get double the laugh.

My answer?
"I'd like to be 'onest' with you....its never gonna happen.....