I mean, you wouldn't simply Never you fear, young Casanova.Consider this your guide to relationship texting etiquette.He called me that night and, as every other phone call, it was great, but I was feeling really over having to use a house phone to talk to him.I am a Millennial baby and I shouldn't be chained to a landline. I'm usually preoccupied during a weekday, but this day was a holiday so I was off of work.(I should note here that we only have landlines because we both still live at home. Maybe, but only because it was included in your cable deal. In my groggy state, I rubbed my eyes and checked my text messages to see nothing there. I put my phone down at and didn't pick it up again until 3 p.m., expecting to see a "How's your day going? "Mom, Nick is going to be calling on the house phone! Usually our phone calls are a quick 10- to-15 minute conversation while Nick's driving home or I want to tell him a quick story that would give me thumb cramps to type. We talked about what we had for lunch, and I told him about something cool that happened at work. Instead of a smiley face emoji to show happiness, you can actually hear a smile in their voice or a giggle on the other end of the line.We graduated college in May, and we're a part of the 38 percent of Millennials who live with their parents post-grad to save money.) I knew this would be hard, but before I sound like the most dramatic human of all time, when was the last time you made plans on a landline? On Tuesday, our last night of texting, one million "I love you's" and sad face emojis were sent. I thought before remembering that this was day one of not using our cellphones for the week. The emotion was overwhelming to my text-jaded soul. When we hung up, I was giddy like that 11-year-old who had to yell to her parents about her phone call. Usually on Thursday, Nick and I send each other texts about how we're so damn excited that it's almost the weekend, as you do on a Thursday.This week was proving to be a memory test that I was completely failing. As someone in an eight-year relationship, I clearly don't have commitment issues, but goddamn, committing to a Friday night plan 24 hours in advance was giving me anxiety. He would leave work a little late and pick me up from the station, then we'd go to dinner. I told him to meet me in his signature parking spot, and that if he doesn't see me get off of the then I'd be there at . I spent the whole day ridiculously excited to see Nick. " Nick was smiling and waving across the street, and I sprinted through traffic, smiling like a lunatic.Usually if I forget to tell Nick something, I just shoot him a text that's like, "Oh! I hadn't seen him in a full week since he was away for work the previous weekend, and talking to him so little made me miss him more than ever. When I got in the car, we were both laughing and congratulated each other.
Four years later, we went to different colleges and maintained a long-distance relationship on our phones.
Nick usually texts me when he's on his way, and again when he's here — it's amazing what the element of surprise can do for a relationship.
I haven't felt that much anticipation for a date in, well, maybe ever?
I sat on my 40-minute train ride from New Jersey into New York City feeling miserable and making a mental list of things I wanted to tell Nick. Like how I loved the new latte macchiato from Starbucks and he needed to try it. Work was crazy, and I desperately wanted to shoot him a quick text to fill him in on my day. I got home at and had 45 minutes to eat dinner, shower, and get ready for work the next morning before I would Marcia- Brady-style get my flirt on on the phone.
I texted other friends more than usual to compensate for not texting Nick. Without a text documenting his morning, how could I know if he was on his way to work or already there? By noon, I'd forgotten half the things I wanted to tell him. We talked for an hour and 15 minutes, about the stuff on my list, and about the coming weekend, and that's where things got scary.