So last night Mona and I were texting back and forth for an hour.
“What the hell, Rex? Why don’t you just call her?”
That’s a fine question.
Tuesday or Thursday are the days that I call, normally, after she puts the kids to bed. Monday and Wednesday she normally works til 8ish and I figure sure gets home, unwinds, etc. But honestly I guess I could call M or W too.
So we were texting about my job search, then about a FB pic of mine that she’s fond of….
Then an ex coworker sent me a message. She just got laid off too, and needs commiserating and checking to see if her getting screwed is similar to mine. In a few ways, she’s getting worse-ly screwed: she’s the only bread winner, supports a hubby and two kids. Plus HR didn’t give her an Exit Interview or discussion of her severance package.
I got all of that when I left.
So we were going back and forth about that for a bit.
Then, 45 minutes later, Mona starts up the text conversation again, noting the long time since my last response. I explained that I was helping an ex coworker and the situation. “Oh that stinks,” Mona texted. And my mistske was squashed.
So I thought.
When I called her today for some chatty time, she brought it up again. “You disappeared in the middle of a nice text conversation.” I re-explained. It’s been squashed again.
Note to self: People, especially women you’re dating, are actually paying attention to you in a conversation and expect the same, even through text. So if you have to stop abruptly, communicate it. Pay attention to how you affect others. Be present to things on the OUTSIDE more, and inside your head LESS.
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