The first I ever heard about texting was over ten years ago in Germany. I didn’t have a cell phone, but all the kids were SMS schicken.
Now, everybody texts. I’m not great at it. 1) I tend to forget to keep my cell phone on me. 2) I like to make definite plans. If I hear things like, we’ll text you when we’re heading out, my head might explode. 3) I don’t like being character restricted. This is why I do like email. I guess I could just send ridiculously long texts, or multiple texts, but I probably wouldn’t get the type of responses I wanted and would frustrate everyone.
But now I’m back in Europe. I have a cell phone this time. I’m trying to make new friends. And this seems to mean texting.
I met a really nice girl at a BBQ. We exchanged numbers. Her family came to Henry’s birthday party. I meant to text her later to say thank you, but she beat me to it. I wasn’t playing coy; I swear, I’m just really bad at this. I agonized over how to respond. I wanted to be witty and likeable. I wanted to suggest making plans, but I didn’t want to crowd the text. I may have ended up using a highly embarrassing word such as “holler.” I immediately texted back to apologize for using the word “holler.” You could call this a rookie mistake, but at least it felt more like me. Doing something and then over-thinking it is pretty classic Melissa. It worked! She laughed. Or at least her text said she did. We had a nice conversation. This reminds me, I probably need to text her again . . .
Another new friend texted out of the blue to say she had a song stuck in her head. This made me feel nice. Someone is thinking about me! I then spent way too much time agonizing over a response. The takeaway: texting is not just for making plans. I should reach out more just because I feel like it.
This weekend continued the “dating” adventures. Saturday was supposed to be a group date at the zoo. But the other people couldn’t make it. It would have been the perfect setup in a romcom, but in reality, it was just more screaming toddlers. I think it went well. We may get to go out again sometime. Henry had fun. The zoo was pretty cool. (And you know I changed diapers on a bench. #placesmysonsjunkhasbeen) You can get very close to an exhibit with more than 40 monkeys. I could have watched them all day.
Sunday was the speed dating. Really more like a mixer, I guess. The Ladybirds English-speaking playgroup had a kickoff lollipop hunt at Villa Borghese. I came with a friend, but we were determined to mingle. It was a tough room. Picture about 50 kids running around with parents running after them.
But I did meet a few nice people. No numbers exchanged, but we talked about connecting on facebook and I’ll hopefully see them at the weekly playgroup.
In sum, I will work more diligently on this modern thing known as texting. But I’m glad I met James before it took off.