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Sense and Sensibility: what was really up

Posted by Daria on
I have been speechless. I think I still am, and that is the reason why this post is going to be very short. My Marco Polo friend turned out to be an extremely rude guy, who had no friendship in mind. It was a stupid idea to text him back in the first place. The next day’s conversation went from hey how are you to let me pick you up within 3 lines… I was furious! Why on earth would I let a stranger pick me up from home???? What would he do, give me candy from a slightly opened door in an unmarked truck? Yeah right? How many long lost friends want to pick you up in the first place. I don’t know once you get a message like that you stop and think…err “there is something wrong with this picture…”

And there was. After a few more minutes of that conversation it turned out that he wanted to pursue something other than friendship… Duuuhhh… He didn’t even ask if I was single!!! “I am like married, dude.” I know it was not the best reply but whatever I was shocked.
No wait the shock came later. He didn’t even want to ask me out, you know to get acquainted. He wanted to have sex. That’s right… Some stranger wanted to text me so he could have sex with me….
His text said: “you know if a guy ever wants to go do something like go for a coffee…that means he wants t0 have sex”.
WTF…
wtf…
Since when does going out for coffee with someone equals to that?
I was watching “Sense and Sensibility” at the time of above mentioned texting. (Yes, the one written by Jane Austen, and yes the film has Kate Winslet and Emma Thompson in it.) I was stunned by the difference between the way guys were acting in the movie and the douche bag that was typing messages and sending them to my phone… At that moment I felt that both romance AND common courtesy were dead. As dead as the roadkill that gets run over, by car wheels, so many times that it becomes a part of the road.
After a few dozen minutes of rage I have returned to my calm state of modern being. Even in our modern times, when romance is so scarce and common courtesy is hard to get, everyone is still aware of time. I mean really if it was all about sex, why not just start a conversation with that? I would politely said: “f*** off, I am married, AND never text me again”. Three lines of text, max. There was no need to waste all that time.
Plus, next time a guy texts me about ‘doing something like going for coffee’ I might think about it twice.
No friendship intended; it was a booty call. Next time, Marco Polo, if you decide to make a call like that I recommend you do not waste your time- instead go for a stroll on the 3rd.

Marco Polo: the game of chance

Posted by Daria on

Have you ever had random texts appear on your phone? You read it and then for hours you stare at it and wonder if someone mistyped your number, while in a drunken haze. What if you get that particular text early in the morning and you think to yourself ‘ it is too early for someone to be in a drunken haze’. Yesterday I got one of those messages, it said: ” i am too seksi for my shirt, too seksi for my shirt…” I stared at the phone trying to figure out if that number rings any bells. It did not. I went and checked my Outlook contacts; pathetic I know. Nope, no number like that. My cell phone service does not provide me with an opportunity to phone and ask who owns that number. The only thing left to do was to respond. Kids, do not respond to people you don’t know. It might be dangerous!

If you are too busy with your life you’d send a message back, saying: ” you’ve got the wrong number”. If you are bored and curious you ask “who is this?”. Lucky me. After about half an hour of random messages, which I hoped will help me figure out who it was, I got a name. My name. Whoever it was on the other ‘text’ line knew me… by name. My list narrowed down from all the people in the 403 area code to those that I have met. Considering that I had this number for last 10 years the list was extraordinarily large. People like to play games: if they have time to do so. I did ask, by the way, who it was; I did not get the answer I wanted. It was a “secret”.

I feel like I am too old for secrets. The truth is if that phone number would ring me up I don’t think I would pick it up. It is due to my limitless text messaging service that the conversation took place in the first place. After scanning through millions of people that might have ever had my number I managed it to narrow it down to a few and with some tricky questions I finally figured out who it was.

It was “secret admirer” from the past. Past that is more than six years of age. I’ve met this person at work- may be maximum of three times. (I do not remember giving out my number.) This person is nothing but a faded memory of a busy work day. What is with the interest in me all of a sudden and why start a conversation with a horrible text message, and what is the point of playing games? The truth is -I am not available. Especially if it is someone of the opposite sex and wants to catch up. Catch up on last six years? On entire life? We haven’t spoken about anything but work and possibly soccer. Should I give the benefit of the doubt?

Why is it that it is always the members of the opposite sex that want to reconnect so many years later? Why is that I never get a text from some old girl friend who wants to take me out for coffee? Is it all just a game of Marco Polo? How many people genuinely want to become friends with no benefits, other than friendship?