I’m kind of old school on certain issues. I don’t like most modern pop music. I want nothing to do with tofu. And I still enjoy a good tap dance number when I can see one. You’re no Fred Astaire, Zac Efron.
I’m also old school because I think that guys have it too simple nowadays when it comes to talking to girls. Back in my day, we had to pick up the phone, call their house, and pray to God that their dad wasn’t the one to answer the phone. Then you had to ask in your puberty, cracking voice, “Hello… is Amber home?” It was terrifying. Yet, I feel like it’s a right of passage in becoming a man. Now, every teen has their own personal cell phone by the time they’re in middle school, and all they have to do is text a girl directly with a bunch of emoji symbols. (Those emojis always make me feel like I’m deciphering Sanskrit.)
If you don’t text by now, you are so 2000 and late. It’s changed everything in our culture. If I can be quite candid, texting became a source of discord for Brittany and I early on in our relationship.
See, it used to be that men and women would go to work during the day with no contact and then come home and talk about their days. Now, thanks to text messaging, we are in constant communication with each other all through the day. Asking, “How was your day?” is pretty much pointless. We know how it was because we were communicating all day.
Maybe you’ve heard someone say, “Love has no rules.” I think that’s stupid. Love definitely needs some rules. You can call me legalistic. I don’t care. (I’m not the only one who thinks love needs rules, by the way.) Brittany and I have had to set up some rules in our relationship as we’ve seen the need to. One of them is that we try not to text serious conversations anymore. Nothing more than things like “I love you,” “Do you have my phone charger?” and maybe, “What do you want to do tonight?” (I found out that she gets annoyed when I text her, “Who let the dogs out?” too many times in a day.)
The problem with texting conversations is that you can’t hear tones or inflection. Words like, “That’s fine,” can easily be interpreted as “THAT’S FINE! And why is your forehead always so sweaty!?” The longer (and later into the night) the conversations go, the easier it is to misinterpret words. It gets messy quickly.
If Brittany and I catch ourselves going into text-conversation mode, we’ve learned to say, “Let’s talk about this in person.” It has helped our relationship tremendously. We still will have disagreements and arguments in person, but we can at least look each other in the eyes. Except sometimes I get worried she will shoot lasers out of her eyes. I still don’t trust you women.
That’s just a little tip from me to you. You don’t have to use it. But good luck doing this the rest of your life:
Fine. Don’t answer.
I was in the shower. Relax.
Um I am always relaxed. You relax.
How do you like it when you have to wait on me to respond?
Real mature. #Overit
Over what? Over me? Fine.
(2 hours later)
Hey, you up?