Ladies, Ladies, Ladies, I
think it is safe to say that we should not be allowed to own cell phones when
single. No, seriously. You thought it was a great idea to get unlimited texting
for your smart phone because it was the practical thing to do, right? Wrong. You have just
granted yourself a cost efficient opportunity to master “The Text Delete.” With
this, you have mastered how to be a convenient sideline chick with a bitch complex. And
this is where the trouble begins:
You are past the beginning stages of getting to know each
other. Whether you have physically met or not, you have now entered the point
where you have begun to invest feelings with a contact name found in your cell phone.
The conversations are seemingly ideal, emoticons included. Unfortunately, the
text exchanges are short lived and you no longer hear from him. Because both
sexes have failed to master proper communication skills, you find yourself
obsessing reasons for the drop without any leads. To your surprise, you receive his text, two weeks later. You reply within two seconds. You just mastered how to be a sideline chick. Within no time, you have no new messages.
This is where the bitch
side of you comes in. After going through the history of your text exchanges
between you and him multiple times, thank you iphone for that feature, you
embrace your so-called swag and erase the memory of an ideal exchange of words.
After three days pass, you scroll through your contact list and decide to hit him up. Now this is done effortlessly of course despite
rereading the message you have carefully prepared multiple times. Message
Sent. Did you just receive a one worded response? Infuriated, you decide to put him in check. Contact deleted. Damn, if only you
erased that text history again. Now every time you go through your messages you
see a visible unidentified set of numbers with “K” attached. Like
the Bitch you are you are unphased and fail to remove it. Two weeks later you receive a
text from a number you clearly recognize. The text session is now revived with enthusiasm,
plans, and an “I miss you” attached from him. Naturally, faith is restored and
you add this not-so-strange number back into your contact list, contact photo
attached. He never texted you after that, did he? Contact deleted. Text history
remains. You know, just incase.
Now my example may be a
bit extreme but many of us Angry
Single Women have been there. We find deleting his text history liberating. We
find deleting his contact name a final step in moving on. However, the instant
his number reappears we fail to understand his intentions because we’re
preoccupied in reentering the contact info out of restored faith. I once sent my best friend the
number of a guy I was talking to since I was deleting it out of my phone. I
had her promise not to send it to me unless it was necessary. I asked for it
two days later. There was nothing necessary about it. True story.
Lesson: Ladies, stop
deleting his contact info multiple times than searching for it in your call
history when deemed “necessary.” Stop reading over and over his text exchanges in your
history. With all the time you spend
editing his contact info in your cell phone, you could be spending the time letting
him go a more realistic way. After all, he isn’t receiving a text informing him
he has just been removed. But Facebook sure will.
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