6 Reasons Texting While Dating is Stupid


UGH! I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again – texting me as the primary form of communication is a deal breaker! For all you nay-sayers, here’s why. In fact, I’ll give you 6 good reasons why:

  1. Texting is boring. A sample:

Him: Hey, how’s your day.

Me: Great! How’s yours?

Him: good. I did my laundry, but haven’t gotten to my ironing done yet.

  1. Texting is shallow.

Him: Did your kiddos make it to their first day of school okay?

Me: Ya! They weren’t as excited as I was.

The honest to goodness truth is, getting the boys back to school was a hard emotional day. We had a rotten summer and I wasn’t ready for it to be over. I really wanted a summer do-over. This would be a meaningful conversation over the phone, but by text is sounds so whiny and drawn out. How am I supposed to communicate this kind of depth in a text when he was just simply asking about my day?

  1. Texting lacks commitment.

It’s so easy to toss out a few “how are you texts” and call it good for the day, heck maybe even a few days. Once we’ve had our fill, we get bored with each other (see reason number 1) and we have no more reason to call. Men, I’m not out to add another phone number to my cute, flirty, texty list. But, texting has evolved into quick interactions, the illusion of getting to know someone and the big let down when I never get a phone call.

  1. Texting lacks intimacy.

Not the right kind of intimacy anyway. In fact, it can be so impersonal, soon we find ourselves venturing into dangerous territory under the illusion that it’s “safe”. Thus, “sexting” is born. Finding intimacy in this way is temporarily exciting, but leaves everyone feeling empty and frankly leaves us women feeling used.

  1. Texting is a big fat giant tease.

I get the cute little butterflies when a text comes in, “bling!” But then, a few texts later, when I can’t say exactly what I want and we’ve gone from shallow to more shallow, I am so hungry for a real conversation. Before I know it we’ve stopped texting because there is nothing more riveting to say and I feel a little duped. And yet, I sit and wait, wondering why I’ve never gotten a call.

  1. Texting is a relationship killer.

Nothing will kill a budding relationship faster than downshifting from phone calls to texting. Is it any wonder? We’re bored, shallow, and uncommitted. Texting is the perfect communication tool for people too afraid to tackle the real work of dating. Sometimes I find myself asking, “was the relationship dying before I was demoted to texting, or did the relationship die because we started texting. It’s difficult, no actually, impossible to tell. One thing is for certain, texting played a part and the relationship has officially run its course.


Stage 3 Clinger

Welcome to my life. It’s a peek into what dating looks like at 43, with two kiddos, a mortgage and a career. If you find yourself in similar circumstances, take heart. We’re in this together.

“Stage 3 clinger” has become a new favorite.  We’ve all dated them, right? The guy who’s super into us right away., ready to jump into commitment. He hangs on our every word, texts several times a day, waits patiently by the phone until we call. And when we don’t respond he laments on our voicemail “I hope you are okay, I thought I’d hear from you by now.” We’ve watched in disbelief as the bachelor is dismissed without a rose on the first night, crying out “but I thought we had a connection, those five minutes were so magical.” You know that guy because you just ended it over the phone 15 minutes ago.

And, we’ve all been the girl on the other side. At our first encounter, we’re flying on a magic carpet ride only to find out later he was just meh :/ about the whole evening. You wonder later “were we even on the same date? And what was with that hug at the end of the night? Was it really necessary to stroke my hair so tenderly if he didn’t have ‘romantic feelings’ for me? We are the ones waiting patiently by the phone until we can no longer stand the tension. Once word finally comes down, “I’m just not that into you” we are the ones crying in the back of the limo “but it was just so magical”.

Yes, it hurts. Yes, it stinks because I know you. You fast forwarded in your mind to going on a hike this weekend, then to your wedding day and how cute he’ll be with your kiddos at their graduation. Ladies, here’s my encouragement to you, cry your tears. Scream out in anger, “but I just feel so STUPID”, eat your giant smashburger and fries. Call your bestie for a friendly voice. Then, GO.TO.BED!! I mean it. When you wake in the morning, please do yourself a favor and laugh! Let me tell you why we can laugh. The problem lies in perceptions. The perception of “being clingy” all lies in the eyes of the clingee. The clingee determines if we are clingers. We are only Stage 3 Clingers if they aren’t really that into us. There’s no way for us to tell, until he finally fesses up. You see, it’s completely out of our control the label we’ll be given. We’ll either be “Ya! She’s into me!! or “Man, she’s a clinger”.

Dating is just plain crazy. What a conundrum we are all in, wading through the jungle of attraction, feelings, emotions, mis-perceptions, misconceptions and just plain being human. We’re in this together, you and I. We are going to laugh and maybe cry just a little, together.