So, after last weeks quake, we all gathered on the sidewalk in front of my building. And yes, I know, when there is possible structural damage to your building, the last place you should be is on the sidewalk in a concrete jungle, but that was where we were. Us East Coasters are quite studied on Hurricane preparedness (by the way, anyone want to take all the peanut butter and jelly I bought this weekend off my hands?) but we were at a bit of a loss after the ground decided to up and move under us.
Anyway, I am outside, chatting with coworkers, still kinda discombobulated and frantically checking twitter. Because twitter is my main source for breaking news and you sure as hell knew I was not running out of that building without my iPhone. I like that device more than about 83% of the people in my life.
I was trying to send texts and even attempted a call to my family. That is how you know shit was real. I used the phone. I hate the phone about as much as driving. I will marry the man who refuses to call me, but only sends me a barrage of witty and well thought out texts. Please, wow me with your insights, Good Sir, but do not intrude in my life too agressively.
This guy walks up to me and asks if my phone is working. I say no and turn back to my coworkers so we can continue freaking out. He lingers, asks if I can text. Nope, no texting, I tell him. He still kinds hangs back. I am not really paying attention as I am busy feeling a lot of feelings.
So, he finally shuffles off and my coworker remarks, “Gotta admire his dedication to the game.”
And honestly, it had completely escaped me that this guy was using a natural disaster to hit on me. But, I concur; you have to admire the hustle. I sincerely hope he continued this approach and found a confused and desperate woman to comfort.
As for me, comfort was found in the bottom of a bottle. I never have to worry about that calling me.
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I share your feelings about actually talking on the phone to other human beings. So invasive. I’ve even suggested that my employer save money by getting rid of all our desk phones. Who needs ‘em?
Umm, talk about ballsy.
I guess - it was sort of a half-hearted attempt though, don’t you think? I mean what was he going to do if you said ‘yes’? What’s next?
He didn’t plan far enough in advance - a good idea though.
On the other hand, if you weren’t picking up on the vibe you probably gave him a ‘f— off’ vibe right back, I assume.
I am not a big phone talker either. I prefer to work by the written word whenever possible, whether it’s text or e-mail or tweets. It’s just so awkward.
oh, disaster flirting. sounds like the bars in baton rouge after hurricane gustav a few years back… good. times.
and i tend to prefer solace in a bottle, as the indigo girls would say. it can’t skeeve you out or sass you. it’s just reliable.
Hahaaaa, hilarious and so well written, as always…. Even though I’m sort of a hardcore hater of texting, you just made me appreciate it in a certain way…
This. “I was trying to send texts and even attempted a call to my family. That is how you know shit was real. I used the phone.”
I don’t know how I morphed into being anti-phone but now when my phone rings? I’m sincerely irritated that someone hasn’t realized that texting is the only appropriate thing to do with a phone. Why would you call and have to sort through goodbyes and hellos and how are you doings when a text just cuts out all the bullshit and gets right to the point?
I think you and I might be soulmates.
They do say disasters have a tendency to draw people together…
hahah men are ridiculous! on the phone calls, a guy laughed at me yesterday because i didn’t know my boyfriend’s number by heart. a) we’re texting people. b) my phone remembers for me because c) i don’t have a landline phone requiring me to type in said number. how am i the crazy one in 2011? where’s my data only cell phone plan?
if you find that guy..that doesnt call.. could you ask if he has a brother???
thx
xoxo
See, this is how I know the BF and I are compatible: he would sooner @ me on Twitter than call me. The last time he actually called me (other than to help me find my phone) was to tell me he was in a bike accident. Phone calls are only for super urgent situations, as in, “OMG some guy just hit my bike with his bike and I flipped in the air!” or an urgent alert that “FUCK WE’RE OUT OF HALF AND HALF CAN YOU GET SOME OH AND A FROZEN PIZZA TOO I’M NOT COOKING TODAY WAS SHIT OKAY LOVE YOU BYE” if the other is already at the store and might not see a text until they’ve left the store.