[dropcap]A[/dropcap]dmittedly it has been a long, long time since I was in the dating scene. There was no such thing as Christian Mingle, eHarmony, or Fish Outta Water. There was no Internet.
There was no sexting because there was no texting. If you wanted to send a photo of a body part you would need the local Fotomat worker to develop it–and possible gawk at it. Or die laughing.
All phones had in common a cord and a wall, unless you were Jim Rockford. Even then his car phone had one of those curly cords you can never untangle once they begin devouring themselves. A portable phone had a 20-ft cord between the wall jack and the handset. The sole purpose was to allow the non-kitchen phone in the house to be stretched down the hall and under the door of whichever teenager was currently looking for love.
My, how things have changed. Do guys still ask girls out face to face? Facebook, email, texting and even Twitter, I suppose, are now tools of the trade. Nothing more romantic than asking for a date in 140 abbreviated characters and emoji. Some of those symbols obscure whether it’s a date request or an announcement that Pharaoh has died.
Recently a coworker had what is, for all I know, common text exchange from a fellow seeking a date. She met this fellow one time during the transferred ownership of a pet (an adoption). Sometime soon after the following text exchange took place. The screenshots have been edited for privacy and to eliminate overlap. If you know either of these people, please do not mention names.
So, there you have it. A dating request via text in the 2010s.
I guess.
More like a dude doing it all wrong. And that is about as nicely as I can put it.
