I give pretty good text
I have a passionate dislike for phone chat. I have traced the origins of this quirk back to 1993 when my parentals punishments would alternate between removing my bedroom door & removing my phone privileges. For the sole purpose of antagonizing my parents I taught myself to no longer dig gossip via the phone. The phone punishment didn’t yield nearly enough trouble for mom and dad, however it was a TOTAL pain in the ass to remove the door. Tools & such.
As I tend to date multiple guys who are dating multiple girls, it has never been difficult putting out texting as a sole method of communicating, thus eliminating that pesky phone element. It’s efficient to keep track of the who, what, where and when, it’s discreet, plus I can multi-task without having to concentrate on speaking into a receptacle of dodgy Verizon reception.
With Match, it’s pretty simple to avoid yet again. A couple of messages back and forth and then the textual front of plan finalization, which leads into wine, wine & more wine (or in the case of the original Go - Leffe, Leffe, floor). With the exception of Nugget (who insisted on a phone call, further establishing his toolishness) I have avoided a pre-qualifying phone chat in each of my cybersploitations, until tonight.
On my list of prequalifiers there are several factors of importance, namely no divorcees (see Timbo), no kids and NYC only (and no, Jersey does not count). As I am nearly two months and ten goes in, I have pretty much exhausted the staturely gifted NYC supply and am now open to “burbs of NYC” - namely Connecticut. Seeing as I am all or nothing, my latest match of interest is a “burber” with a divorce & a child under his belt. Hot. PS: 6′6.
Burbs threw out that he was going to call me tonight. I threw out that my phone would be on silent and I’d miss his call. Both came to fruition. I did, however, call him back as it seemed a legit reason to bail on the gym, plus the ice cream I picked up for dinner wasn’t terribly hard, so I really only needed one hand to consume it, leaving one hand available to hold the phone. Brilliance. PS: Edy’s Cheesecake Diva — amazing — new fav flava flav.
Noteworthy Conversation Points:
- Burbs brought up both Trader Joe’s AND Whole Foods completely unprompted.
- We both have psychotic stepmother stories (what with our familial backgrounds and his own divorce, I am potentially short-changing this scenario by not bringing my own divorce to the table. Do I work in a long Vegas weekend? Decisions, decisions. I dislike paperwork but I do like to keep potential relationships right on that cusp of erratic and dysfunctional).
- I found myself wondering if it would be offensive for me to utilize the phrase of “hungry enough to eat a small child.” Or if I should refrain from commentary on how I plan to give up birth control mishaps to one of my gay friends. I simply assumed that we work towards my admiration for Swift’s A Modest Proposal.
Ultimately our conversation spanned one hour and 17 minutes. That’s amazing. That’s more time than I typically expend on dates. PLUS I was able to eat ice cream the entire time. I am a newfound believer in the phone date and thus a coifed hair style and virginity pact away from dating 50s style.