Showing posts with label Texting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Texting. Show all posts

4.07.2011

Classy with a side of TRASHY

I spent this past weekend in Chicago with some great friends...and as promised, here's your blog Meggie.  What a weekend it was - Classy with a side of TRASHY.  Most things shouldn't even be discussed here and I'm embarrassed about 75% of my weekend.  If you were effected by my immaturity, please forgive me.  Sunday morning I woke up and had deleted all the evidence - a habit I've discussed before in an earlier blog.  Only faint memories remain of my sassy fingers and bitchy mouth.  I've been literally sick to my stomach all week with embarrassment and regret.


Friends.
After finding a great Groupon find, enjoying my first Cubs game via Wrigley Field Rooftops (which I totally recommend), unlimited beers and food, Lynds, Meggie and I spent the entire day enjoying ourselves.  Just the thought of how many "Check Ins" we took/made...vomit.  That's all I'll say.  After a VERY long night/morning, Lynds and I luckily woke up Sunday morning still friends.  But on the other hand, I woke up with at least 20 less Facebook friends and was even blocked by another - totally NOT classy, I know.  So to those of you I defriened and now am regretting...oppsies...but how can you re-friend someone after a drunken stupor?  And to the other one...blocking me...really?

So what did I learn from this weekend?  I'm an emotional mess when I drink and I should have my phone taken away from me - especially when I toss in a few Patron shots.  Oh, and I'm not 21 anymore.  Thankfully, our livers are not like our brains.  Your brain cells never regenerate - once they're gone, they're gone - if our liver cells did the same...I'd be liver dead by now.  All in all it was a great weekend with some great college girlfriends - and I had PGV to prove it. 

-Stay Sassy, xo

3.12.2011

Sotally Tober Texting

So I've gotten in this nasty (or maybe not so bad) habit of deleting my text messages.  Not a big deal you'd think.  Just keeping the phone less cluttered or something like that.  The only problem with this habit is the fact I seem to engage in this type of behavior most frequently after a cocktail...or several.  So you can see the problem this proposes.  Girl goes out.  Girl has a few drinks.  Girl gets tipsy.  Girl gets sassy.  Girl starts texting.  And well I'm sure you can figure out the rest.

Show me your BRAIN!
Last weekend was Mardi Gras here in the Lou (one of the few things I do like about STL) and I was out in full force.  I'm pretty positive I sent several (most likely inappropriate) text messages to every guy I've met, smooched and/or dated/gone on a date with in the past few months.  While I recall a few texting conversations with a certain few, the next morning when I woke up in my clothes from the night before next to my best friend, the evidence had been destroyed.  The first thing we did when we woke up naturally was check our phones to see the damage we had done.  Low and behold, both of us had engaged in the same suspicious behaviors...not one text message in sight.  Pretty sure I learned the trick from her.

Who knows what I said to them, who knows who I actually texted.  The good thing about it, the next day you don't have any regrets about what you said, because you have no idea what you said.  You all know the feeling when you look at your texts from the night before and you think to yourself, "Oh bejesus...I DID NOT text him/her that...did I?"  But the evidence is staring you right in the face.  No denying it.  And nine times out of ten, grief and embarrassment consume you.

So, if you're like me and get finger happy when drinking (with a side of sassy), you can either a) leave your phone at home (yea right, the one time you do that there will be an emergency and you'll be with out your mobile) or b) TEXT AWAY.  I prefer the later.  Text away my friends.  Text...text...text.  And then delete the evidence.  You won't feel as bad the next day because it will be like it never happened.

-Stay Sassy, xo

2.03.2011

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I sometimes wonder what life would be like without texting.  Over the past few years I have become more and more resentful to talking on the phone.  It used to be I would really only talk to one person on the phone...my mom.  Talking to her daily was too much for me.  I found myself annoyed when the phone rang and instead of being grateful she cared so much, I was bothered that she was calling me yet again to ask me one question.  I was so relieved when she finally learned how to text.  Now she can send me a text every time she thinks of me and I can respond when I have time.  Instead of me feeling annoyed every time she calls, I feel less stress to communicate with her.  

I do realize sometimes people just want to communicate and actually talk to one another, but I am not one of those people.  I love catching up with my friends when I actually do sit down and make myself do it, but up until that point, I honestly dread it.  Shooting a quick text message is so much easier for me to do while I study or am occupied by other things.  I can quickly respond to someone's question or simple hello and get back to studying in between texts.  I simply find it easier.

What really blows my mind is how the heck people dated not only before text messaging, but before cell phones.  First off, let me preface this. I am by NO MEANS attacking any guys whom I have "dated" in the past.  But honestly, I cannot remember ever being asked out on a date by a guy over the phone or in person.  But I'm not necessarily complaining either.  Some people think that it is absolutely ridiculous and a guy should never ask a girl out via text message.  Honestly, I don't really mind it.  If I want to go, you'll know it.  And if I don't...well it makes it a whole helleva lot easier for me to turn you down by simply not responding, or fabricating some lie like I have to wash my hair.  

I spent this past NYE with one of my most favorite married couples in Kansas City. They are in their mid-30s and I couldn't get enough of their stories about dating in college.  If you wanted to hook up after bar close, you had to actually call the lucky mate's land line.  Who even has land lines anymore?  Even better in her story, when a guy would call, he had to specify which of her roommates he was looking for, because there were two with the same name!  I can't even imagine receiving a booty call via land line. Or being asked on a date via land line for that matter!   If you didn't physically exchange numbers on a piece of paper or something, you most likely wouldn't be following up the next week.  There was no Facebook to go home to and stalk to try to find him/her so you could friend one another.  That was it.  If you didn't exchange numbers, you blew your chance.  If you were lucky enough to make it home without losing the number, the drunk gods were looking over you.

A world without cell phones blows my mind but I won't be turning my back on texting, sexting or digi-dating anytime soon!  After all, nobody really wants to hurt anyone's feelings here.  And it's honestly a win-win situation.  I don't feel as bad telling you no, and you don't feel as pathetic being turned down face-to-face.  TXT YA L8R!

-Stay Sassy, xo

11.12.2010

11 ways to make an ex think you're crazy

REJECTION...one of the worst feelings in the world.  We've all be there.  At some point in your life I can almost assure you've felt rejected.  Additionally, I can also bet every one of us has either been broken up with or has been a heart breaker.  Either way, it's usually never easy.  We all have different levels of "experience."  Me...well I'm what they call a "love-aholic."  Since the age of 16ish, I've almost continuously been in a relationship with a guy at some point - if we weren't  "officially" together, we might as well have been.  BUT...I am proud to say I have now been officially single for almost 7 months and I am loving it...for the most part.  Meeting new guys and dating has been very exciting, fun and interesting, to say the least!

Back to the point of this blog...ladies...you must admit, we can all be crazy.  And if you can't admit that...well then you're lying to yourself.  Going through a break up sucks, especially if you're the one being rejected (ugh, I hate that word).  

So you've just been broken up with.  You're miserable.  What's next?  A google search of course..."How to get over an ex" returns 106,000,000 results (0.18 seconds). I mean, seriously?  You're emotional...the last thing you want to do is forgive your ex and move on.  Well here's what NOT to do (well unless of course you want him to think you're crazy)...and yes...I will go ahead and admit over the course of my "dating life" I have done each...prospective men in my life...watch out.

1. Text him.  So this is the most obvious.  You broke up.  So stop communicating.  Yea...easier said than done.  Resist sending him the I miss you text, the You must be missing me text, the Thinking about you text.  And when he doesn't respond - for obvious reasons - don't then call him and cry to him about how miserable your life is without him.  Also, if you're in to it...resist sexting and sending nudes...even if it gets you a positive response.  You'll end up feeling worse about yourself...trust.  Instead - delete his number.  And if you're really lucky, you won't have it memorized.  And if you do...well you better have a better plan than I do.

2. Force a mutual male friend to text him to tell him how hot you look.  The situation: he's not out or he's out of town so you devise a fabulous plan.  You don't want to text him because you're avoiding number one (See above) but you think it's a fabulous idea to have your friend text him for you!  Let's face it.  We know you look hot, but avoid trying to make him jealous.  You'll only feel good about yourself for a few hours...and you risk looking crazy to your mutual friend (who secretly probably already thinks you're a nut job).

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3. Go to his favorite bar with a group of guys hoping he'll see you.  Again,  you obviously look super hot - just in case you might bump in to him.  You go with a group of guys and bat your eyes at them all.  Even if you don't see him, you're guaranteed to see one or several of his frat brothers who can pass on the word they saw you...with a group of guys...and of course you looked so hot. Just as you had planned.  You're hoping the next day he'll call you and ask you about it, admit to making a huge mistake, then beg you to get back with him clearly so you don't start dating one of the new guys all his friends saw you with.  News flash: NOT gonna happen.  


4. Refuse to give back his favorite shorts he left at your house, his boxers or his high school baseball tee.  I know what you're thinking...right after the break up you're trying to keep any attachment to him you can.  As you're cleaning out his drawer or gathering all his crap he's left at your place over the past 3 years you decide to keep that one thing you love sleeping in.  When you make the dreaded exchange, he asks you where his favorite blue shorts are...you say, too bad...they're mine.  At this point, he's through dealing with you and let's you keep the damn things.  Instead: burn them.  Start a fire and burn the shorts, the boxers, and the tee and roast a marshmallow while you're at it and make a smore.

5.  Take your dog on a walk in his neighborhood.  Even if "his neighborhood" is technically also "your neighborhood" or a few blocks over, don't go on walks hoping he just might see you, stop and say hello, then realize what a big mistake he made and beg you to get back with him.  It's not going to happen.  And if he does see you, he's going to think you're stalking him.  No bueno. (Thank God he never saw me, or at least I don't think he did).

6. Drive to his house, sleep in his bed, puke in his bathroom.  This is particularly crazy when you arrive only to find he isn't home.  But because you were together so long, you know the code to the house or know where the spare key is - so you decide to "surprise him" and make yourself at home...he should be home shortly, right?  The bars just closed.  WRONG.  This is even more embarrassing when he won't answer your phone calls or texts, he never shows up and you wake up thinking "WTF did I do?" So you sneak out of the house before sunrise only to be later informed while you were there you puked in his bathroom and left it.  The most important point of this all, no matter how crazy you are trying to look...don't drive after drinking (thank God I got lucky). 

7. Send him messages with links to tragic country love songs.  This should be particularly avoided when each week you "come across" a "new" song that reminds you of him and/or your relationship and send a new one to him...every week.  It's even worse when you know he doesn't even like country.  Although you think it's cute and you think maybe it will spark something...it won't.  He isn't going to respond and tell you the song brought back memories and now he thinks you should get back together.  So save yourself the sappy song and let down...what guy truly likes love songs anyway?

8. Stalk his fb profile.  While you can get away with excessive stalking in the privacy of your own home, you cannot get away with making obscene posts and status updates...especially after a few Jack Daniels cocktails.  You'll only look crazy the next day and feel like an ass.  Additionally, once you refrain from the posts, avoid freaking out over who the latest broad is that writes on his wall and don't text him asking who the f*ck she is - because he'll lie anyway and say she's just a friend.  Instead: defriend him!  Unless of course you have it all together and can look at his profile without even the slightest bit of jealousy.  Good luck with that one...you're one step ahead of me! 

9. Break in to his email.  Although you're positive you'll find exactly what you're looking for...it's probably not the best idea in the world.  I will admit I have been successful in the past...and I did find exactly what I was looking for...it wasn't pretty.  Now, not only do you look like a complete psychopath, but you also have most likely lost his trust.  Even more embarrassing...when the attempt doesn't work.  He falls asleep...you sneak out of bed...but this time he actually logged out of his account...you attempt to get in anyway...no luck.  The next day he asks you why he got an email stating someone was trying to change his password...BUSTED.  Instead: if you suspect something, it's probably true.  Go with your gut.  Especially if the guy is in his early 20s...most likely he is hiding something because he's immature and thinks he can play you because he's gotten away with it in the past.

10.  Make a stupid picture with a quote.  Enough said.  Just don't do it.  You'll spend too much time doing it and he'll probably just delete it.  No matter how creative you think you are, it won't change his mind.

11.  Blog about him.  He's sure to think you're a complete nutso.  Do it anyway.

-Stay Sassy, xo


P.S. Thank you to all my exes who shall remain unnamed who've allowed me to look like a crazy bitch over the years.
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