I hate to be one of those people that says technology killed human interactions, but maybe.
I have had both in person, online, and text conversations with the opposite sex recently, and I’m not impressed. At all. Not even a little.
3 completely different men, in varying situations, and I was unimpressed each time.
Number 1
My least favorite was the man who text me a simple greeting. Something like, “hi there. How are you today?” I responded something just as simple, “doing well. How are you?” And he simply says, “I’m good.” No question. No engagement. Nothing to keep the conversation moving.
So, that was it. I didn’t say anything else. Hell, I put the phone down.
Days later. I get this crazy text trying to insight some type of passionate response. At 9A he sends, “you ain’t talking to me no more?” I look, and I again put the phone down. The younger, more petty me, would have said, “who dis?” But, nah. I just let it sit until noon, and then I responded, “huh?”
“You done texting me?” He asked with both a thinking and tongue out emoji.
At first, I was ready to explain to him how he let the conversation die. There was no follow up question. Nothing to initiate conversation. No golden nugget to spark a back and forth. But, nope. I just sent back, “???”
He replied quickly, same minute as me, “it’s like that?”
I was then officially bored with our interaction. “I’m not sure what you’re talking. I’m texting you back now.”
Little more exchange, and then everything just fell off again. Same way, literally. HRU and answered. HRU and answered.
Conversation died. Honestly, it had nothing to live for.
I expect this game to have a few more rounds. We shall see.
Number 2
Lunch date. Easy interaction. Quick meal. Smooth conversation. In and out.
Awful. Terrible. No good.
Everything started fine. Restaurant notorious for fast service. We’d both been there before. No long decision making. I ordered food that was easy to eat. I wasn’t going to be fighting sauces down my arm or on my blouse. No soups to slurp. Using my fork, but having more than a salad. I’ve thought of everything.
Started the conversation easily. No major topics while we waited for our food to be served. “How’s your day? How’s work? Big plans for the evening/weekend?” Standard stuff.
He dove in hard! Politics. Religion. Parenting. Last relationship. Finances. No pauses. No sensitivity. I was left wondering if he was trying to sabotage this. We knew each other, kinda. We’ve met before. Seem to have an attraction. Why is he setting this lunch on fire?
It continues. He’s shoveling food into his mouth. Speaking with his mouth full. Crumbling and tossing his dirty napkins on the table. Finishing his statements with, “ya know what I mean?” But not needing a response.
I gave up. Finished my lunch. Shouldn’t let it go to waste. It’s paid for. Nodded my head a lot. Watched the sporting event playing on the TV behind him knowing I t should end soon, the event, the conversation, the lunch hour, something.
Finally, and I haven’t responded to his calls or text. At least he calls, huh?
Number 3
In messenger, after a friend request acceptance, because he’s a friend of a few friends. And, I’ve seen him in public enough to know he’s not on the lam. Prior to our interaction, he’s liked a handful of my most recent posts. Thumbs up on my words and hearts on my pictures.
Wait, I probably could have predicted this.
HRU. Answered.
HRU. Answered.
Done.
It can’t seriously be this difficult to effectively communicate. Maybe they aren’t that into me? Maybe I’m expecting too much.
No. Well maybe and no. I’m not expecting too much. I’m expecting the basics.
And them being attractive, for the most part, is not going to excuse them from normal social behavior. Nope. Attractive or not, they have to be able to hold a conversation to date me. Because one day they won’t be as attractive anymore.
There will be less to look at, and no one to talk to.