Texting is not something I enjoy – I do it because it’s one of the few ways I can communicate with the people in my generation. I can’t text quickly, I still don’t understand T9 and don’t expect me to ever text you back if I’m walking somewhere.
That being said, I sometimes have to text boys that I’ve met online and usually I don’t mind it. I usually don’t mind it, that is, until I started texting Alex last week.
Alex had a lot of promise online so I gave him my number so that we could talk a little more frequently. Big mistake on my part.
It was going well until we were having a late night chat and I fell asleep. I woke up to over 20 texts the next morning. 20? Seriously? And, since he made a fool of himself, I decided to share it with you – his idiocy is your entertainment.
A: So what are you up to tomorrow
A: Do you have class
A: I bet you get bored in class
A: Are you tired
(Of you? Yes.)
A: Im tired
A: Did you fall asleep
A: Youre not answering
(You should follow your instincts – Your text before this was a good guess)
A: Did I do something
A: You must of fallen asleep
A: Its pretty late
A: I cant blame you
A: Definitely going to bed soon
(Good, It’s pretty late)
A: Am I hungry right now
A: Just made some nachos
A: Do you like Mexicans
(I’m assuming he meant Mexican but I do like both)
A: I do.
A: Mmmm nachos
(Yes, nachos are satisfying.)
A: Youre easy to talk to
A: I feel like I could talk to you all night without getting bored
(I fell asleep – obviously the feelings aren’t mutual)
A: Alright bed
A: Alex out
(Out of what? Do you have something to tell me, sir?)
Alex and I were supposed to go out on Friday – I put an end to that real quick.
Like I said, I don’t enjoy texting.