The Repugnant Good Morning Text!
Are women done?
THE BEGINNING OF THE END
Happiness is a king-size bed with ten pillows, three comforters, and a fur baby! This was meant to be a simple trip to town and a stop for dinner, but it led to far more than I was prepared for. After I walked out the door of the establishment, I went home per usual. Unexpectedly, I got a text! A certain gentleman had gotten my phone number from a third-party source. He explained who he was and asked if it was okay to text me. I agreed because I try not to be an ass. I can always use friends- sometimes I go through them quickly. Reluctantly, I agreed; however, I did give a full warning! He proceeded to tell me that his first impression was that I was quite interesting, and he would like to get to know me. As smooth as shards of glass, my reply follows, “I am interesting like an open elevator shaft! You are curious and want to take a peek down the dark abyss, but you damn sure do not want to jump in!” I continued to get multiple texts a day, so I explained that I am busy and have a plan for myself. I am in the worst era of my life, and I am still happier alone. These texts really have to slow down.
Cut to a few weeks later, dude has been persistent! I really did not have time to get out of the house, so I offered to watch a movie at my house with no intentions! He didn’t know many people, and I understand that feeling. Watching a movie is acceptable (no worries, Pop. I told my neighbors, and they watched my every move. They might even have pictures). Dude brought alcohol and drank every beer out of the box! I allowed him to sleep on the couch because I do not want a drunk driver on my hands. Again, I was very frank with a response, “You’re not getting in my bed!” The next morning, the dude leaves. I am back to my normal self, and I never want that to happen again! Whew! Or, so I thought!
THE BREAK-UP THAT WAS NEVER BUILT TO BEGIN WITH…
To my utter dismay, the texts start pouring in like a torrential downpour that is certainly going to clog my street drains and flood the secluded cul-de-sac! AND THE FIRST TEXT WAS LED WITH A “GOOD MORNING!” Why me? I answer a few texts with one word, which should get the point across. I explain how busy I am, and I want to get back to concentrating on myself. Self-love is essential! Then the inevitable happens, text after text comes through expressing what a good catch that he is! This is when I got real.
THE GOODBYE LETTER
Dear sir, I explained myself to you in the first text. Plus, I told you that the “good morning” text was my worst nightmare! Please do not text me again!
FAMOUS LAST WORDS
I am not sure if this was a lack of education or just an overload of testosterone, but his next steps were not carefully chosen. “All I said was good morning, don’t you think you are a little dramatic,” was typed, then boldly, he hit send! That text would have echoed less if it had been screamed while standing in the Grand Canyon. This is what led to the BLOCK! I did not have to worry about Facebook, he had defriended himself already.
So the question is, “Are women done, or am I just unreasonably harsh?” What say you?