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Dave was a scary man, an ex-convict with a volatile temper and a rap sheet to match. The onslaught began - bzzz, bzzz - each message dirtier than the next. But as we neared the end of our shift, I started to panic. How would I explain that my texts meant nothing and that, truthfully, I thought he was kinda ugly and creepy and had the vocabulary of a sixth-grader? The whole thing made me feel kind of dirty - and not in the good way.
He was jailhouse-bald with a smoker's smile, muddy tattoos, and pants three sizes too big. I was ringing up bargain-bin CDs when - bzzz - my phone began to vibrate. Ashlea Halpern is the senior editor at Time Out New York.
After all, what if texting is just another way for my generation to continue disengaging from a real search for connection?
Maybe there's something to be said for the good old-fashioned phone call.
Start with "When we get home..." and see where the story goes from there. Then you'll start to get hard and I'll lean down and kiss your cut lines...[An hour passes...]Did I scare you off? Fine, back to licking your nipples..sucking at them...[Another hour passes...]When I still get no response, I panic that I've somehow sent the last message to the wrong person.
Because he was spending time engaging in inappropriate messaging while at work? No, I was just fiddling with the rubber vibrating thing and well, I got distracted. If only because I know how much he's enjoying this.]I'm pulling it.
I want 2 fuk it."I wasn't sure whether to blush, laugh, or call the cops. A guy who, up until now, had demonstrated zero interest in my ass, let alone any wish to defile it. I'm ready to get on top of you and have you guide it in.[Yep, fully turned on. But my male mind-reading (slash email decoding) skills tell me that the fact D. Save that little piece of knowledge for later...] Hot. For example, I've never heard him say anything about enjoying the above action and it's not as if we do it all the time. You know, phone-to-phone, text-to-text, dirty rotten vowel-free sex. I forgot about the incident until recently, when a guy texted me some boozy, suggestive messages about the kinky things he wanted to do with me. Was text sex becoming America's preferred way to drunk-dial? Or worse, what if it causes us to lower our standards?
It was Dave, my boss at the record store where I worked, who first introduced me. To be sure, sexting has its upsides, with its anytime-anywhere accessibility. Take my friend Meredith, 25, a fashion writer who used to text her man from the office with notes like, "I'm at work - let's do it on my desk! " After a few too many drinks one night, she accidentally sent a smutty note to her best friend. I'd never sleep with Dave the Ex-Convict if I met him on the street, so why do it via text? I'm straddling you and rubbing myself all over your package. I'm starting to think this whole dirty email talk thing could be very revealing because it forces him to put ideas and fantasies into words.