C U L8r


“I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It’s exhausting!”

I’m sure this memorable quote from the chick-flick, He’s Just Not That Into You rings a bell or even resonates a little bit with your personal life? It’s so true: getting rejected by so many different technologies is exhausting!

Yes, I fell victim to the “text message break up” only, it didn’t stop there; like Mary, I had to go around checking several different portals to find out one thing, and one thing only: he was just not that into me, either.

It started with an out of the blue text letting me know I shouldn’t contact him anymore. He offered me no other explanation other then words written in abbreviated text language. Pretty harsh, but I got it, and went about my life, brushing myself off. That was the calm before the proverbial, technological storm.

Back in the olden days, once you broke up, that was it. Unless you made the scary follow-up phone call months later just to “catch-up,” or casually-not-so-casually asked mutual friends about his whereabouts, you were allowed to move on. Not in our lovely, high-tech generation. Oh, no. There’s Facebook, where you can refresh and double refresh his page to see if any new girls wrote on his wall or, God forbid, poked him. Then you check and recheck his photos, following who’s tagged and who he’s sitting kind of too close on that couch with. And, then, finally, you get up the nerve to unfriend him, then immediately freak out and have your annoyed friend continually check his wall for you? It’s enough to make you want to become a monk or a nun or move to a remote island where you never have to see another laptop or Twitter icon ever again! Basically, you become the girl you always hated and swore up and down you would never become. So…what’s a newly single girl to do?

After I discovered Mr. Technology did, in fact, have a new girlfriend, (I wonder if he asked her out via text as well?) I pondered whether the next break-up I would be involved in would be technology. Could I sit down with my Blackberry and explain it “just wasn’t working out?’ That it “wasn’t it, but me?” Would I have to say no to the proverbial break-up sex relapse? All I know is… it would be a face-to-screen break up, no texts involved.