Sunday, February 19, 2012

Playing the game

What's Sunday night without a little online chat action?

Restful and peaceful, you say? Nah.

When the chat box popped up today, I actually was not worried that it was a guy I knew off the bat I didn't want to talk to since I've already scared them off. (Flirty Whats-his-face tried to chat with me yesterday. I always hear the "I don't want to play games; just be honest with me" business, so I was honest. I told him, in what I think was a polite way, that I was sorry but I wasn't interested and I didn't want to waste his time. He asked why I wasn't interested. I didn't think specific honesty -- my name's not hunny, and you bore me -- was the best response. He wanted to know if I gave it a good shot. I wanted to tell him to bite me. I'm never going to believe a guy who says he doesn't like games. What he actually means is he wants women to not play hard to get, not that he wants the unpleasant part of the truth.)

Anyway, the guy I'm chatting with does not deserve the heartless mockage that Flirty and the legs man did, so consider this more introspection than teasing.

He doesn't use punctuation or capital letters. This is common, I know, but I don't like it. At least put a period at the end of a sentence. I know I'm a rampant punctuation-hater (if I had a vote, I would remove commas from the English language), but seriously, good communication has punctuation.

He wrote expecially.

I'm trying to stay out of interrogation mode. It is difficult. The most free-wheeling conversation has revolved around how Utah County is not super pleasant. I guess that's something we have in common.

I started talking about the origin of a word. (Zoobie -- anyone know where it came from? It's a term of derision for BYU students, but I'm looking for the original zoob.) I am what they call a geek.

As a testament to my conversational prowess, the most engaged he's been in this conversation is asking about my back pain and the exercises my PT is having me do for it.

Who came up with all of these emoticons?

I want to go to southern Utah. The red rocks, even though they look nothing like home (unless my home actually is an alien planet), somehow feel like home. I like life better when I'm hiking.

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