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Dating coach Adam LoDolce calls this random text (which can also come in the form of “sup” or “yo”) the “weak attempt.” Yes, the guy’s thinking about you, but he’s not thinking hard enough. Text back if you like him, but don’t bother if you’re not sure about him.
“Where you at?”
If you get this message on a Friday or Saturday night, it’s likely that the guy is hitting you up as a last resort.
“Can I come over?”
This is the “I’m drunk and horny” text, LoDolce says, and is typically sent after midnight on a weekend night. Don’t respond unless you’re equally down for a booty call.
“Want to meet up later?”
If a guy sends you this message before 8 p.m., it shows he’s being proactive in his attempt to see you, LoDolce says. But, if all he does is text you, and you want to see some more effort, tell him you prefer to talk on the phone. “This will separate the guys who want a relationship from the ones who don’t,” he says. “If he calls, it’s a fair assumption that he’s interested in something more than just a booty call.”
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
There is no foolproof way to handle love. There’s no comprehensive how-to guide, no universal relationship manual despite the overabundance of relationship manuals. All the mantras and philosophies are basically just suggestions, things that have statistically, occasionally, worked for other people. People can impart good insight but no one can singlehandedly puzzle out you and your partner’s unique brand of insanity. It’s a long road you essentially travel alone so you might as well hold hands.
Young love has nothing to do with age, though it is typically attributed to teenagers because adults are presumed to know better. But they don’t. We don’t. Young love is consumption, the one thing at the forefront of your mind, the singular essence that electrifies your blood flow and the cloud of flies that obscures the sun. This is a thing that happens and even though we’re less susceptible, we’re not immune.
Young love eventually dies because, like a prairie fire, it devours everything in its path until there’s nothing left. And then there’s no more of this “I can’t get enough of you” feeling, because as it turns out, you can. You get enough of everyone and everything after your heart’s been incinerated because it makes you realize you alone are exactly enough. This is liberating but it also kind of sucks.