All I asked was “How’s work?”
I didn’t really want to start a conversation but he kept steadily responding to my IG stories with default emojis. Plus the only real reason I asked is because he’s a respiratory therapist at an ICU in San Diego. I was curious to hear a first account perspective of someone battling Covid-19 from the frontlines.
Had he not been a respiratory therapist dealing with Coronavirus during a global pandemic I wouldn’t have bothered with the simple question of “How’s work?”
Then I got hit with: “Can I text you? I still have your number from last year.”
GREAAAAAAAT. He found his in. Shit. I shouldn’t have even bothered.
Of course I’m not a complete bitch, so I allowed it. But it didn’t take much time for me to regret the permission to text.
I thought the questions regarding my distance from various points of interest in the greater San Francisco area were a fluke at first, maybe just trying to get a feel for my general environment, but they just kept coming.
The lame questions just kept coming.
I realize this image may seem like its out of context, but honestly most questions came out of left field without any context. Some would be the first question of the day, or a double text left after the first question went unanswered for maybe a few hours. He just shot these like a dart, hoping to hit a target—I guess.
Note: The questions are in chronological order, sent over a period of 4-5 days. I deleted the rest of the conversation and compiled all the questions as a list.
By the 3rd day you should have a better question, preferably one that deals with my preferences, likes, dislikes, plans, etc etc rather than my geographic distance to my workplace.
It was safe to say I ended the conversation shortly after the last text. He kept trying to say he was going to visit me after travel was possible again that didn’t sound like anything I was remotely interested in. The double text was the nail on the coffin. I saw your first one and I didn’t jump at the chance to answer it.
Ask me if I heard Gambino’s latest album. Ask me what I’m streaming right now. Ask me how I’m dealing with home workouts. Ask me WTF I’m planning to do as soon as social distancing is over. Ask me what I plan on doing as soon as we can resume the regularly scheduled program.
ASK ME ANYTHING ELSE, BRO. Learn about me, not how many miles I am from the nearest grocery store.
Even while the world is going through the biggest health and economic crisis of the century I would rather keep my peace and not talk to anyone than be texting a man I am not interested in. Lastly, your girl can still get hollered at when the world has shut down—she still got the juice but DNGAF.
Relationship status: Happily single > Annoyed / bored / settled with the wrong one