We need to do better, guys.
Emojis are key.
This text "exchange" is actually pathetic.
Don't be this girl or guy. Just don't.
Gym, tan, laundry. Jail?
Don't do it.
I know you've been using that eggplant and banana emoji...and not because you're hungry.
Is this modern romance?
Everyone has been there: you go on your phone only to find that see no one has messaged you, and you suddenly feel sad and sorry for yourself.
We’ve all been there before: You had a wild night out and gave some dude your number and he almost...
Nothing says, "I'm interested" like a "yeah ha" response.
A fast lane. A slow lane. And a realllyyyy slow lane.
Her: Okay, I'm going to wait 12 minutes to text him back. Me: I think more like 9.
20. Nauseated face (We needed a hangover indicator!)
Texting in group chats is basically sink or swim.
Even if *you’re* sending a quick flirty text, remember that *your* spelling and grammar matters.
Should I use two exclamation points? Or does that seem like I'm too excited?
The only thing more frustrating than dating in the 21st century is texting in the 21st century. Especially when the person you are texting is your crush.
When you have a crush on someone everything they do is a sign. His texts aren't just text. They mean something.
After reading this study, I actually felt really exposed because I was guilty of, like, every single thing they mentioned! It's really odd seeing behavior you totally know you possess being analyzed right in front of you.
Dating is a dance and texting is a brand new routine. You modify some old moves but you’re also creating new ones. The results are mostly the same and based on the same fundamentals, timing and rhythm included. But while the benefits are great, the burns are more severe.
I gave up texting for December, and I didn’t become a better person. I didn’t feel relieved and cleansed. I didn’t decide to give up texting forever. I did learn something, though.
It’s interesting what you’re willing to share when there won’t be a record of it. I called a boy, and I told him he hurt me. I told him he embarrassed me, he made a fool out of me.
On December 1, I swore off texting. I figured giving up texting meant I would spend more time on the phone. What it actually did was make me crafty.
You ask yourself if maybe he lost your number or broke his phone or if you had food in your teeth the whole night and he thought you weren't playing with a full set of pearly whites. Any of these are completely likely scenarios, right!?
I'm not looking for volumes of prose sent via SMS, but a semi-prompt answer to my "Wanna catch a movie Friday?" invitation would be swell.
As someone who spends her days studying communciations, I've spent a lot of time contemplating the ways we get in touch with one another. It used to be simple. A phone call here, meeting for coffee there. Maybe an e-mail or an AIM chat if you were feeling adventurous.
I'm sure we've all been there before, waiting and waiting and waiting to receive that text, freaking out over how much time we should take to answer back, then of course, wondering what ON EARTH we could even say back that's quirky, cute and interesting.
Being as this is the season of Lent, when good Catholic boys and girls are sacrificing one of their favorite luxuries for 40 days, I started to wonder, how productive an idea is this for the 21st century? I’m all for penance, don’t get me wrong, love me some BDSM, but while you can give up certain things, are their ones that you shouldn’t give up?
You wake up. You reach over to your bedside table, grab your ringing phone and click the dismiss button to stop the alarm. Phone still in hand, you rub your left eye, but leave the right one open and peek at the device in your palm. Eleven new emails and four texts.
Recently, the New York Times ran an article along with a funny short film about the dangers of texting and walking. Oops, guilty as charged. Their solution? Stand out of the way with your back to the wall if you need to send a text. This is a great start, but there are a few more things you should remember when texting...
As a certified 21st century girl, I love all forms of "e" (or "i" for all you Mac geeks) communication. Email, IM, tweeting, texting- they're all great ways to stay connected, so why are movie theaters, schools and other public places getting so strict about them?
We all remember seeing pictures of Paris Hilton at a club texting on her pink, bedazzled T-Mobile Sidekick phone. Well just as Paris Hilton has changed (her hair is longer), so has the T-Mobile Sidekick.
It's summer. There's a bonfire. You look fabulous in your bikini. You've had a drink (or two... or three...). And that guy is hot. And you just want him to notice you and become your cabana boy for the next three months. It happens. But there is a very thin line between flirty and creepy.