Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Breaking Up In 140 Characters Or Less
filed under: Dating 2.0 by Melissa Gira
Please, please, please, fortheloveofallthat’smodern, stop. Stop keeping us hanging on. Stop giving love a bad name. Stop kicking my heart around. And STOP USING TECHNO AS A PREFIX FOR ANYTHING. Today it arrives in the subtitle to the book (via our new internet girlfriends at Jezebel) The Joy of Text: Mating, Dating, and Techno-Relating, which aims to protect women’s fragile luddite souls from bad boys with Blackberries, basically.
Hunting more on this meme, we’ve got this London Times online feature (for women, of course) on (hey, wait a minute) “the joy of text”, with the wee scrap of a text sex diary, and you know we’ve got a weakness there, apparently to illustrate the pitfalls, but really, just poorly titillates:
Choice excerpt:
10am Amanda’s meeting is over. Just time to send an e-mail to her internet flirtation, ‘CyberMan’. She has never actually met him but believes him to be everything Giles is not. Actually, ‘CyberMan’ is a 20-stone trucker from Milwaukee
1pm Amanda has quick lunch at desk. She logs on to the nursery webcam to make sure the twins are working hard at their Mandarin
4pm Giles gets text from Amanda: “Go W8rose – chkn, crts, yogs”
4.05pm “Wht yogs?”
4.08pm “Rasp, strawb, pch. B hell, do I have do evrythng?”
10.30pm Giles is in the bath, playing with his Blackberry, when he gets an e-mail. It’s a picture of Amanda in a black basque and says: “I’m all yrs, Cyberman”. Giles leaps from the bath and races to the bedroom
10.32pm Amanda and Giles lie together exhausted. But something is bothering Giles. Suddenly it strikes him. “Hang on a minute,” he says. “Since when has she called me Cyberman?”
Hey, Cyberman. Oh noes, i txted u a hardon, but i already sexxx0red it!
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