I have always been a reluctant phone texter. I had an old phone, I texted by accessing letters on the number pad, and within two back-and-forth exchanges I would just type: Call me.
But now I have a new phone. And this phone has a qwerty keyboard. I can text almost as fast as I can think. (Ok, faster.)
Not only do I now answer incoming texts in full, properly punctuated sentences, I even initiate contact on matters both big and small. This text exchange took place last week with a local dad whose son is often playdate candidate for my own. I’ve transcribed it practically verbatim. (Well, I changed his son’s name -- not so much for privacy, but because he is named after a popular month and I was worried that might make the dialogue unnecessarily confusing.)
Me: is Ashton available to play today?
Dad Around Town: No tomorrow though?
Me: tomorrow is good.
Dad Around Town: Ok great. Will touch base later. Must teach tomorrow morning otherwise he’s around.
Me: do u want me to take him while u teach?
Dad Around Town: would have to drop him off by nine though
Me: thats ok.
Dad Around Town: Btw. Who is this
Me: lol. serious? its Jessica.
Dad Around Town: Semi serious. It was either you or a pedophile. Not charming enough for a pedophile so my money was on you.
Me: I lack the charm of a pedophile? this what you’re saying?
Dad Around Town: Exactly. Consider that a compliment