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The Buy-a-Voweler Sample texts: “K, cu l8r”; “TU”; “Ur 2 funny! Not only is this lazy, it’s selfish: The seconds he saves by typing “k” instead of “okay” (or, Jesus, even “ok”) are unloaded to the reader, who is forced to spend more time deciphering the gibberish.
As a friend of mine said, “Yeah, I overuse exclamation points. But if I don’t use them, I sound like a dick.” So he, and many men, litter their texts with exclamation points in a misguided attempt to sound friendly! , he or she, subconsciously, becomes more likely to also overuse exclamation points.
You had a really good point last night about—(3 of 7).” Not only does the Gusher think his life is more interesting than it really is, but he’s the over-texter (or, alternatively, blatherer). The Vanisher Sample texts: If you ask him a direct question, he’ll answer, but if it’s anything that can go either way? He views texts the way an Army radio operator views transmissions: Once the mission is complete, there’s no need for chitchat. Recipient: Maybe you texted him something funny, hoping to start some conversational pitter-patter. Is he blowing you off or did he see your text, chuckle, and just not realize that he should keep the ball rolling?
Recipient: Happily, there’s a silver lining: Now you know there’s no reason to waste your time on a date.
Otherwise, it’s like saying, “We should do this again” before the first date.
Conversely, you also can’t sleep with someone six times and then just assume they’re on the same page simply because you guys keep having sex.
Cause I just dodged a bullet from a crazy bitch I stuck to my guns, that's what made me rich That's what put me on, that's what got me here That's what made me this And everything that I do is my first name These hoes chase bread, aw damn, she got a bird brain Ain't nothin' but trill in me, aw man, silly me I just bought a crib, three stories, that bitch a trilogy And you know I'm rollin' weed that's fuckin' up the ozone I got a bitch that text me, she ain't got no clothes on And then another one text, then your ass next And I'm gonna text your ass back like I don't fuck with you You lil stupid ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you You lil, you lil dumb ass bitch, I ain't fuckin' with you I got a million trillion things I'd rather fuckin' do Than to be fuckin' with you, lil stupid ass I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck I don't, I don't, I don't give a fuck Bitch, I don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do Don't give a fuck about you, or anything that you do Got a million things on my mind, executive deals online Limited amount of time, chasin' these dollar signs and you ain't on your grind You liable to find me up in the MGM casino in the D Fuckin' off fetti I coulda put on property From the Bay to the Murder Mitten, my niggas put murder missions She choosin', that's her decision, free my niggas in prison On the phone with a bitch who can't do shit For a pimp but make a nigga hella rich Got a blunt in my dental, goin' HAM in a rental On my way, to Sacramento, late night, Arsenio I'm never sentimental, go hard or go homeless Barely Harley, I'm chromeless, you might end up domeless I bet you she into me, her cheddar, she givin' me I'll make a bitch stand outside forever like the Statue of Liberty Rest in pimp, Pimp C, underground king of the South I raise my Styrofoam up, and pour some drank in my mouth Why you always coming around with bad news?
(Phone is too invasive, e-mail is too taxing, IM is too 2003.) Part of the problem is structural. You can say something straightforward like “Hey, I had a lot of fun the other night and would love to do that again, but I should be clear that I’m thinking more of a friends-with-benefits situation rather than dating.No big deal if you’re not into that, though, just wanted to be up front!Louis, where citizens consume almost twice as much barbecue sauce per capita as the average person—and I claimed that I would eat barbecue sauce off someone’s dick.(I’m cringing, too, don’t worry.) “In fact,” I lamented, “why don’t people incorporate barbecue sauce in the bedroom more? ”After a bit, we moved on from barbecue sauce, but later that night I got a text from one of my friends saying, “Were you serious about the barbecue sauce thing?It used to be so hard for me to get laid - until I found Meetn Fuck.Tags: Adult Dating, affair dating, sex dating