Words of wisdom from "He's Just Not That Into You"
Anna: What about 'Texter'?
Mary: 'Texter' has yet to maker verbal contact. I mean this guy could have had surgery, leaving him with a voice box, breathing through a stoma and I would never know because I've never actually heard his voice.
Anna: Well I doubt he has a stoma.
Mary: Well that's not that point. I can't text. I'm not charming via text.
Anna: Well maybe you should just stop texting.
Mary: It's not just texting. It's email. It's voice mail. It's snail mail.
Anna: That's regular mail.
Mary: Whatever, none of it's working. I had this guy leave me a voice mail at work. So I called him at home. And then he emailed me to my Blackberry. So I texted to his cell, and then he emailed me to my home account. And the whole thing just got out of control. And I miss the days where you had one phone number and one answering machine. And that one answering machine housed one cassette tape. And that one cassette tape either had a message from the guy or it didn't. And now you just have to go around checking all these different portals to get rejected by seven different technologies. It's exhausting.
Anna: What about that uh...MySpace™ guy?
Mary: Jude... I like him.
Anna: Great!
Mary: Yeah...I feel like we connected.
Mary: 'Texter' has yet to maker verbal contact. I mean this guy could have had surgery, leaving him with a voice box, breathing through a stoma and I would never know because I've never actually heard his voice.
Anna: Well I doubt he has a stoma.
Mary: Well that's not that point. I can't text. I'm not charming via text.
Anna: Well maybe you should just stop texting.
Mary: It's not just texting. It's email. It's voice mail. It's snail mail.
Anna: That's regular mail.
Mary: Whatever, none of it's working. I had this guy leave me a voice mail at work. So I called him at home. And then he emailed me to my Blackberry. So I texted to his cell, and then he emailed me to my home account. And the whole thing just got out of control. And I miss the days where you had one phone number and one answering machine. And that one answering machine housed one cassette tape. And that one cassette tape either had a message from the guy or it didn't. And now you just have to go around checking all these different portals to get rejected by seven different technologies. It's exhausting.
Anna: What about that uh...MySpace™ guy?
Mary: Jude... I like him.
Anna: Great!
Mary: Yeah...I feel like we connected.