When you live the life of a hermit, communication skills generally become rather rudimentary. Mine usually ride the range of technology. I feel safe in the world of black and white blinking cursors. There, things are black and white. What I write is what I mean. If there is a suggestion of something deeper, it can be uncovered in the permanent pages. Face to face conversations, and (god forbid!) phone calls, make my life a living hell. Suddenly body language can tell a story that contrasts tone of voice. You can lose yourself not only in the juxtaposition of contradictions, but you may also lose the tried and true signs of attraction—signs which I recently sleuthed the Internet for. (A bit ridiculous? I was desperate. And I flirt like a broken faucet.)
I should have a button that says, “Don’t talk to me. I’m Awkward.” Someone better watch out.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Season 4 xxii: Entencerr?

Setting: Geneva Terrace

Last night's trouble dragged into the wee hours of the morning. After my initial blow, he sent back a rather quick, "Why not??" I gave him an hour to think about that question--to really stew in the possibilities. (I am too realistic to think the idea even crossed his mind again, but a girl can hope, right?) I sent a response. "You left with one of the reasons..." Ha. I thought I was being clever. He had, in fact, left with one strong reason for anyone to dislike him: Mr. Personality on top of Personality. Mr. IV's choice really left me wondering.

I didn't hear anything back, and I assumed I had either offended him or caught him drunk. I went to bed, not too worried about the lack of response. The fact of the matter is that something needs to change between him and me. If making things a bit more obvious is what it takes, I am past the point of regret.

I woke up a little after 12:30, craving water, and noticed my phone blinking red. His response: At entencerr...no dog with.

WTF?

I went back to bed, with questions on my brain. Between the booze and the students' behavior this week, I slept hard. Shortly after waking up, I reread the message. Sure enough, it was the same. The hazy excuse that drink may have distracted my mind flew out the window. Again, I was left wondering. And I don't wonder well. I texted him again, questioning.

He responded, but the answer only left further questions. What, if anything, is entencerr? Why would his friend Josh have been trying to pull a fast one (on me, specifically)? Again, I couldn't leave these questions unanswered. I summed all of my confusion up in my first question and received only, "Currently idts, but we could change that," for an answer.

Red Card.
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