I hate texting in new relationships and have destained the medium long before my run-in with Billy , the artist who painted mangled women.  When you don’t know someone, let alone their sense of humor, a text falls flat every time.

Gary recently contacted me from an online dating site.  We emailed through the site twice, then he got my filter-the-freaks  yahoo email.  From there, he was able to download messenger and IM me.  We chatted once.  He then emailed a few more times letting me know how excited he was to have met me (that limited 40+ Santa Barbara inventory thing).  I gave him my number and suggested he call me since I can talk faster thank I can type. He didn’t call but texted “what’s up?”

Well, Gary, I generally like men who are man enough to call.  You aren’t going to get to know me 200 characters at a time.  Nut up.  That’s what’s up.