Once upon a time, a boy would ask a girl on an official date, she would dress up, he would bring flowers, and at the end of the night he could only hope for a kiss at the doorstep.Fast forward to 2005, and the overuse of instant messenger, Facebook.com and the ever-elusive text-message, and dating has been diminished to an event of the past.
Any conversations at all seem limited to surroundings involving a cocktail at Snookie’s or beerpong at the nearest house party. Impressing a girl has ceased entirely.
Although I find dating in the 21st century to be a complete joke, I would like to address the real problem at hand that has somehow been deemed “normal” by college students around the nation – the 3 a.m. text-message, aka the new-age booty call.
Not only do I consider text-messaging the lazy-man’s conversation, but combining the text-message with the late-night call has completely ended any amount of challenge or effort in the dating process.
Somewhere in the last few decades, young members of the dating arena decided that actual face-to-face talking was not necessary in forming a successful relationship … or respectfully ending one.
Then again, maybe an actual relationship isn’t the intent at all.
In which case, we come full circle back to the booty call. If you’re going to drop to the level that you feel a 3 a.m. text-message will solve all your late-night woes, please rethink your actions. The only thing that really shows up in the inbox is, “I’m lame, lazy and don’t have enough respect to just call you at a decent hour of night.”
When a guy writes, “What are you doing?” after a long night of JÂger Bombs, this translates to, “Why am I alone?”
Admit that you’re afraid of rejection and seeing the word ‘no’ is less of a blow to your ego than actually hearing the slap in your face. It happens – get over it.
The fact of the matter is, if there were a real, honest attraction to a member of the opposite sex, you would call them prior to midnight and make an actual plan (heaven forbid, a few days in advance).
And don’t kid yourself, if a guy finds an opportunity to get what he wants with zero effort, don’t be surprised when you’re siting by the phone for hours expecting him to change.
Furthermore, to anyone who actually receives one of these messages: don’t fool yourself, the sender does not care.
Respect yourself, quickly press delete, and go back to dreaming of a real prince charming.
Ashley Chapman is a senior news-editorial journalism major from Plano. She does not hate men, she does have a boyfriend and is tired of intelligent girls wasting their time on substandard womanizers!