NEXT!

NEXT!

Anne holds the back of her hand against her furrowed brow as she recounts; Nigel is under the bed, Cedric is in the closet, but, Oh! Oh! Whatever has she done with William??

…And in the next scene, Anne lolls listlessly on the living room floor picking at lint on the carpet…

Neither of these scenarios is remotely true of course.

However, it seems to be feast or famine in this online dating world. One minute there are fast and furious texts and emails with a few different possibilities… and then it slows to a crawl. Both sides lose interest, there just isn’t a spark to be generated. And then I’m listlessly scrolling and deleting photos, scrolling and deleting. Occasionally I hit the ‘like’ button… see what happens. Sigh, scroll, delete, repeat.

One thing I’ve learned is it’s easy to develop an image of who someone might be through their style of texting. The key phrase here is ‘might be’. Those texts are no substitute for the reality of who we are as people. Or what we would be like in a relationship. They are just texts.

With one suitor, the texting was fun. Like, a lot of fun. There was banter, there was flirting, there was even a little sexting… I felt like Pavlov’s dog, skittering down the hallway as soon as I heard the familiar ping. But on a phone call? Or even via video call? We could not connect. It was odd and made me uncomfortable. I could see a red flag waving in the back of my mind.

When he asked me if I was ‘quiet’ I realized he is not understanding who I am. At all. When he texted what he was looking for in a relationship I responded, very nicely, very thoroughly, that I did not see us in a long term relationship. He texted back ‘ok’ and that was the end of that. 

The texting had been fun but the assumptions we were making about each other were totally off base and unrealistic. I could have easily ghosted him. I can understand how tempting ghosting is; such a simple solution to an uncomfortable situation. I remain committed to never ghosting anyone.

We’ll see what this week brings. Listless scrolling or frenzied texting? I’m getting wise to both.

Stay safe everyone.

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