I’ll be the first to admit that the millisecond my phone buzzes, I’ll knock over furniture to get to it. Hate to admit it, but our generation has grown so addicted to communication. Tracking someone down should take less time than it takes to wait in line for your Panini. Truth be told, texting carried heavy etiquette.
But let’s go back to a time before our thumbs were sore and calloused. A long time ago, before Blackberry and even Facebook, boys would call girls. Seriously. Sweaty and nervous, they would painstakingly dial the number praying to God her father wouldn’t answer. Nothing warrants an epic voice crack like talking to the parents.
But now, the ambiguity of texts, specifically the word “chill”, is enough to make a girl want to pull her hair out. Does he not respect me enough to want to do more than just hook up in his room? Or is he just being lazy while texting and actually he has an entire romantic evening planned?!
What happened? If you still don’t see my point, here is an example of how texting progresses as the night goes on:
5 pm – Hey girl. [insert inside joke here] I don’t know what you’re up to tonight, but let’s chill. What do you think about that?
8 pm – Sup girl. Still with my bros, but you down to chill tonight?
11 pm – Yo. We still chillin’?
3 am- Come over.
Courting is an overstatement.
Now no one would ever call me traditional and the frills of antiquated courtship don’t thrill me – but seriously? Twenty-first century dating, like all other aspects of this time period, are instantaneous. We want everything and we want it right now. But that’s not how romance works. We have forgotten that romance is not a hungry-man microwave dinner – it is a complicated six course menu that takes hours of preparation and effort. But in the end, which would you rather have?
0 comments:
Post a Comment