As I continue to navigate this crazy world we call dating, I have discovered that I don't know how to do something that most of my single friends do on a regular basis: sexting.
I can bat my eyelashes with the best of 'em.
Or flip my hair and purse my lips.
I'll even initiate unnecessary physical contact by, say, grabbing a date's arm as I'm listening intently to him talk about his glory days of playing high school sports.
(Newsflash, guys: that was almost 20 years ago.)
But ask me to start getting flirty via text message and I'm about as awkward as a viewing of that Motherlover video in the Cavs locker room.
I'm a 34-year-old woman who doesn't know how to do what most 15-year-old girls do.
If he asks, "What are you wearing?," I'd probably say, "Sweats and a t-shirt." If he says, "How do you like your meat?," I'd probably respond, "Medium rare with a baked potato."
See?!?! I. JUST. DON'T. GET. IT.
Is sexting proficiency really a necessity in the digital age of dating?
(If so, I'm screwed.)