The text messages you see below are from a gentleman with whom I shared a single, awkward encounter. None of what happened here is okay. Sure, it’s awesome when you receive a friendly text message from a suitor of interest. However, it is not awesome to get your phone blown up after meeting someone ONE time.
This kind of texting is especially not okay if the ONE encounter you had with the sender went something like- you have a conversation with reasonably good-looking person, you tell them you aren’t interested in dating because you’re only recently single, then, after some persuasion, you reluctantly hand over the digits. Nothing about that exchange should make you think “this girl must be super into me and probably wants to have a full-blown text message conversation at 5am.” Of course, I did the logical thing, which was nothing. I did not respond to this guy even once, but for some reason this did not detour him from expressing his feelings, asking about my current status, and calling me a pet name.
On top of the crazy-aspect of this series of messages, calling me “babe” was inappropriate. Even if our meeting had been magical, love-at-first-sight material, calling me such a name would be a deal-breaker. That term of endearment only makes me laugh and assume the person is an airhead- a reaction caused by my love of the show, Daria. [Note- On the show, Daria’s two dumbest classmates were Kevin, the football player, and Brittany, the cheerleader. Of course, because of their mutual love of football, these two people were an item and CONSTANTLY call each other “babe”] Therefore, as silly as it might be, if I hear couples refer to one another as “babe,” I immediately assume that they are stupid or, if I know them well enough to know they are bright, I mock them for sounding unintelligent.
Anyway, back to my point….I ended up getting more than 10 texts from this guy before he realized my lack of response should result in him discontinuing all communication. Thankfully, I didn’t have to deal with calling my cellphone service provider to block his number. That would not only have been inconvenient, but would also lead to me wondering if he had been blocked by other women and, if so, how many!? I mean we met ONCE and it wasn’t even that great. That makes me highly concerned about what he’s like when he actually has a smooth interaction with a person of the opposite sex.
All of this taught me an important lesson about giving out my phone number to awkward strangers. And, if in the future I get declined after asking for a man’s number, I’ll know it’s because I’m awkward and he’s afraid I’ll blow his phone up and tell him when I’m not sleeping.
Post Summary: Don’t be crazy.