If you read this blog with any regularity, you know all about my trials and tribulations with boys who are obsessed with text messaging. So it should come as no surprise to you that I immediately identified with this guest post submission from BonQuiQui.
Lucky for me, I don't think I've ever had textual intercourse like this guy was trying to with Miss BonQuiQui.
Read on!
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One night this past summer I found myself slightly intoxicated at a bar in Berea with some friends. After chatting with some boy toy potentials, I ended up getting into a good conversation with a guy whom we shall call Mr. Textual. He was funny and definitely kept my attention.
Mr. Textual was cute, graduated from college and had a job. Those last two qualifications are traits that I usually don’t find. So one subject leads to another and he suggests that we get dinner sometime during the upcoming week at the lovely Olive Garden. I agreed, considering a free Italian meal is always appealing, and we continued to chat for the remainder of the evening.
The next morning, I awoke to a text message from Mr. Textual saying the standard “I had fun last night, hope you did too” mantra. I sent a simple response back assuming that would be the last of the texting for the day.
Boy, was I mistaken. Before the noon hour I had easily received twenty texts from him. And it didn’t stop there. By the end of the day, I had probably over 100 messages from the lad.
As the afternoon progressed, so did the inappropriateness of his messages. He went from talking about his job, to talking about, well his 'sexual' preferences. For a guy I had just met, that was quite a turnoff.
Towards the end of our conversing, he mentions our upcoming date:
Mr. Textual: What are you gonna wear to our date?
BonQuiQui (Creeped out slightly): A shirt and jeans
Mr. Textual: You should wear a skirt
BonQuiQui (Creeped out a little more): Haha we shall see
Mr. Textual: How do you feel about you wearing a skirt on our date and us getting a secluded booth at the restaurant…(There was more to this message but not what is appropriate)
BonQuiQui (Completely creeped out): Haha....NO.
Mr. Textual: What are you gonna wear to our date?
BonQuiQui (Creeped out slightly): A shirt and jeans
Mr. Textual: You should wear a skirt
BonQuiQui (Creeped out a little more): Haha we shall see
Mr. Textual: How do you feel about you wearing a skirt on our date and us getting a secluded booth at the restaurant…(There was more to this message but not what is appropriate)
BonQuiQui (Completely creeped out): Haha....NO.
I have nothing against PDA, but that is just a bit too far. With fears of being assualted via breadstick, I called off our date, and have only heard from him a few times since. Of course, by text, and of course I do not respond. I guess I should be thankful that he asked my opinion of his idea of a good dinner date prior to the date itself.
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2 comments:
Why are guys so much ballsy via text? And why would they ever think this would be attractive to a woman? If you wouldn't say it in person, don't text it to me!
this is almost unbelievable. No guy, and I am one so I think I could make this comment, would ever do something like this with the hope of seeing that woman again. Ballsy doesnt even begin to describe that.
As an aside...assaulted with a breadstick was pretty funny. I need to take note of the Olive Garden suggestion...apparently it's more swanky than I remember.
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