A Texting World

I really dislike text messaging for conversations. It's fine for "hey what's up" or "are you busy" but not for long, involved conversations. Especially when it involves issues that need to be worked out.


Text Problem #1

Yesterday afternoon I started recieving texts from a number I wasn't familiar with. After several "who is this" texts, the person tells me. It's my asshole ex-boyfriend from oh-so long ago.

Mr. Drobb and I started dating because of my friend Mr. Radio Personality. Mr. RP and I were close friends in high school. He was a few years ahead of me in school and ended up moving to Northern California to go to college. I kept in touch and somehow eventually started a ridiculous long-distance relationship with his dorm roommate, Mr. Drobb. After a few months, my new long-distance fling decided to come visit me on his 21st birthday. I was 16 and fairly smitten, but obviously an idiot. We had fun, but I soon found out that he was kind of a jerk. My family didn't really like him and he treated me like crap. He went back to California and I broke up with him. He didn't like that and moved up to Alaska to try and win me back.
Being the sucker that I am sometimes I gave him a second chance. I wasn't into it and ended it about a month after he moved to town.
Two years ago I happened to run into him at the Emergency room when I took a friend who had busted his elbow in during the middle of the night. We talked and caught up for awhile, I found out he had gotten married, and everything was fairly cordial. He was flirty, but I didn't take offense at the time.

So for the past 24 hours he has been bugging me through the world of text messages. He started texting innapropriately fairly quickly. Asking me who I was seeing and telling me how much he likes large breasts and can't get enough of them and can't we be friends.

I told him no, we can't be friends. He kept texting.
I told him to leave me alone.
I told him that now I remember why i broke up with him in the first place.
Yet he still texts.
Why don't some men understand NO!!!!????

Here's my note to Mr. Drobb:

I don't care if you're bored in your marriage. I don't care that you now hate Juneau and have decided to move back to California. I don't care where your life is headed. I don't care that you hate the snow and are working at the hospital. I don't care that you like large breasts. I don't care that you're thinking about me.
Stop it.
Stop it.
Stop it.

Leave the past in the past and leave me the hell alone.
And no, i'm not going to take the time to text all of that.
I'm just going to ignore you until you stop.

Texting Problem #2

So I had this band. And in this band I had a bassist. This bassist happens to particularly know how to get on my nerves. We haven't hung out or seen each other in a long time. I've been back in town and busy and blah blah blah
My excuses are not the point of this story.

He likes to text. He's got kids in their late teens and twenties and it just happens to be a way he likes to communicate.
So he decides to take out all of his frustration on me in text message land because of something he's heard from someone else about something that I said.
I'm not good at getting my point across in text. I have a weird sense of humor that seems not to translate well to text form.
So I call him some names, but not really. I just say something to the effect of "don't act like a dick" because I learned that if you say don't act like something then you're actually not calling them that thing.
Then he calls me some names. And doesn't really sugarcoat his.

And I want to break my phone.


So here's my note to Bassist Man:

Don't text me about heresay.
Don't text me telling me to have a great life and that you wish me the best when what you really want to say is "i'm unhappy with you and how things have been going"
Don't call me names in print.... I cannot be faulted if I hold it against you at a later date.

Oh, and by the way. I am not a diva.