Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Kindred Diva Texting Drama


Dear Diva,
 
Here is the text exchange I told you about. Talk about a texting knight in shining armor!
 
BOB 1:15 PM): [Sally], this is [Bob]. I watched Jaws w you. [Betty] was nice enough to give me ur number! Any plans this weekend starting w tonight?
 
BOB 8:55 PM: hey [betty], [wally] and i are going to hale theater fri. night, want to come?

At this point I called [Betty] to find out what the deal was and she said that [Bob] had texted her the same thing, and she had agreed.
ME: Is this a date invite or just friends getting together? 'Cause [Ed] is dying to see Singing in the Rain at the Orem Hale. I can't come, I'm going out of town, but I appreciate the invite!
 
BOB: I want it to be a date. But it just might turn into a friends thing since your headed out! We dont know too many girls here. Where you headed?
 
ME: Just out of curiosity, if I were going, who would be going with whom? I talked to [Betty] a bit ago and she said you'd texted her too, so I'm just wondering! If you want it to be a date, you could ask [Betty] if she would like to invite a girlfriend. [Ed] can see it some other time.
 
BOB: Ha ha... I love it! Im going w [betty], you'd be with [wally]... The prettier one of us bros...at least the smarter. Im arranging it cause wyatt works over time and k
 
(In case the reader is missing something here.... So if I had been able to go and I hadn't asked, my friend [Betty] and I would both have thought we had a date with Bob that night. Nice.)
 
ME: Well that's great. By the way, you didn't ask for my advice but if you want it to be a date i might try calling. Texting is so confusing to girls when it's something like this. [Betty] really wants to see Singing in the Rain there and you can't go wrong with the Hale, so you should have a great time!
 
BOB: ... how about a date next week?
 
ME: With your brother? If he called me i'd consider it.
 
BOB: No with me...if he wants a date w you he'll have to call you on his own...a date w me, or will you want me to call you next week to find out?
 

(I will tell you now that at no point was I terribly interested in either this fellow or his brother, particularly after the exchange above, so I decided to forfeit a future evening of free entertainment (yes, not that big of a favor, I know) to give it to him straight--with absolutely charitable hopes that he would learn work on his approach in the future, when it would be more important.)
ME: Honestly? Probably not. Next weekend is one of the only weekends I'll be in town in the next month. And i don't mean to sound prissy, but being asked out via text is kind of a turn off.
 
BOB: lol. No prob. Whatever idiosyncracies make you comfortable...i appreciate knowing.


(Note the improper word usage and total disregard to my well-intentioned suggestions that he call rather than text a girl for a date.)
 
Bob's Mis-Steps:
1) Texting a girl for a date, particularly a first date. Also, he could have asked for my number in person, but I won't consider that a technical foul.
2) Asking 2 girls out and not clarifying that 1 invitation was for his brother.
3) Asking a girl out for his brother.
4) Asking the night before.
5) Asking out 2 friends for consecutive weekends. Flattering? No. Attractive? Not terribly.
6) Not accepting the useful, direct advice for what it was. Totally clueless.
 
Love,
Would Rather Sit at Home

So you’re saying there’s a chance?!?!



Divas there is hope! This weekend I went to a wedding. Try not to feel sorry for me... I had a pretty good time.

What is that you say? Did I catch the bouquet? YES!! Okay, I know it is a silly antiquated tradition. The last thing a single gal needs at a wedding is to be forced to stand with other pathetically single women and fight over the honor of catching yet another bundle of flowers. This little game is really fun when you are 18. The trill. The excitement. Yeah, yeah, yeah... when you are 18 you still believe in Santa Clause and Prince Charming and happily ever after. But as the years tick on fighting for that wedding bouquet seems less and less appealing. As you stand waiting for the glowing bride to toss all of her cares and throw the bouquet you can feel millions of judging eyes. “She is such a sweet girl. I just don’t understand why she isn’t married.”

All of your fears kick in. You don’t want to look pathetic, after all you are happily single and you don’t need any stupid big wedding or happily ever after. So you shrink away from the bouquet and let one of those obnoxiously optimistic 18 year olds rip the flowers out of the air.

I don’t know what happened this weekend. There I was standing in the back of the pack ready to let the 18 year olds go crazy. Then all of the sudden my friend threw the bouquet and it came sailing up and over all of those expectant 18 year old hands. And there I was - in the back - in the perfect position to catch that silly bunch of flowers. So what did I do? You had better believe I jumped in the air and caught those flowers... silly and antiquated as they maybe. I confess it! You caught me! I absolutely love that I caught the bouquet.

All I have to say about this weekends catch is... It Is About Time!!!!