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Dos & Don'ts- Simply Stated

Dos & Don'ts- Simply Put

Generally when I meet a guy in person or via social media, ie Twitter, facebook, Tinder, Ok Cupid, I wait a beat before handing out my number.  But generally I don't mind handing it out as it is much easier to receive a text then to go all the way into the app on my phone and see if they've responded to me or started anything new. Lately this is a hobby for me, as meeting people in person when you only have a couple of close friends, one being gay and doesn't know a lot of straight, single men, and the others, also single girls in a huge city full of men who are 'boys' and at 36 they still think they're 28...and are trying to be actors? I mean, you must understand the struggle. 

So the initial conversation in text form always has a different tone then when via social media.  To me it feels more personal. Therefore I have several numbers in my phone that have to have an explanation of where they're from- ie- "Josh from Tinder." Not trying to sound like I have 87 phone numbers, but the few I do have need to have an explanation or I will forget.

Here's what I do & don't like when said situation goes down on my phone-

Don't call me baby. Ever. You don't know me, and we are not dating.

Do call me babe- eventually, if we are flirting and it's thrown in, I'll like it. 

Don't send me novels. A question is a question, it's not meant to get your life story out of you, via text. If I ask you a question my mindset behind it is simple and not needing a lengthy, paragraph style response.

Don't ask me for a picture of my boobs. Just don't. There are only a few times when that is deemed appropriate, if we haven't met, or gotten to that phase, this means it's not appropriate.

Do ask me for a photo if it's in a light, sweet way. I don't mind getting a picture of your cute face, hence the reason I 'liked' you, swiped right, or followed you on Twitter. 

Don't ask me if I have other dates lined up, we are not dating exclusively, we haven't even met, therefore that is NONE of your business and to be frank, it is quite creepy. 

Don't send me a dick pic- much like the boob pic, I will for sure find it absolutely crazy if we are not at that point and guaranteed I'll talk about it to my girlfriends and show it to them, not in a bragging way. I mean, come on, where is the gentleman in you? That's fun when we've reached that point, if you've had my number for 24 hours that is not something I'll get a kick out of.

Texting prior to a meet & greet is a great ice breaker and a way to make me more comfortable. If you ask for my number, don't be afraid to text me, anytime. I gave it to you it means it's open and fair game. I will text you randomly because it's fun to get to know you, we don't have to text every day, but light banter here and there is fun and it's exciting to see your name pop up on my phone. I am a girl, we like the attention, we like to know that you are thinking about us, we like words & confirmation. 

These are just a few things I have come to learn. And in this day and age when meeting people is happening via social media and apps, we need a few guidelines.

Peace.


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