Sunday 3 March 2013

The wrong end of the stick.



In this modern age of communication, it's becoming increasingly difficult to not be able to contact someone, I am one of those who have completely suckered in to social media and I'm rarely seen without my phone, whether I'm texting, tweeting or replying to emails.

I'm a friendly person, or at least I like to think so. I give everyone a chance, I am a conversationalist and I like to meet new people and make new friends. I reply to almost every tweet I get, whether I know them or not and through all the various ways of communication I've met some great people. With the industry I am trying to break into, it's very important to make contacts and build professional friendships around your work. My phone is full of PR and Tour Managers numbers and I like to think I am polite and easy to speak to.

It's very likely, that if we begin a conversation, whether in person or over twitter and find we have things in common be it work or hobbies and if I feel comfortable chatting then I will hand over my digits. Because, well it's much easier to text than constantly drain my battery checking social media sites, extra bonus points if you own an iPhone as we can message for free!

What I have noticed, though, is how guys perceive texting and general communication. It tends to go one of two ways; the first - texting daily will be an occurrence over a couple weeks, maybe longer, general chit-chat about what we've been up to, life and jobs. The usual. Jokes will be passed here and there and generally, conversation flows easily, (unless you have hideous grammar skills in which case you'll make it difficult for me to want to talk to you!) Then, all of a sudden, you get nothing, zero, as if you were never talking in the first place.
From personal experience it seems that once you've started chatting to someone of the opposite sex, somewhere along the line an alarm goes off in the other persons head screaming, "OH GOD SHE THINKS I'M FLIRTING WITH HER, WHAT DO I DO? I KNOW JUST STOP TALKING."

If this is you, stop that, right now.

I am not sat attached to my phone awaiting every message you send, I'm probably texting about four other people at the same time as you, whilst having a cup of tea and replying to the days emails. I am not clinging to my knickers waiting for you to give the greenlight to pounce.

The other way things can go, is the complete opposite. Guys will think I AM keen and then have a hissy fit when I don't reply after a few hours, or if I simply forget (which I do quite a lot), some of us don't get signal at work y'know. Patience my friend, I'll get back to you eventually. Sometimes I'm just not in the mood for exercising my thumbs and fancy a quiet lie down without the bleep of my phone disturbing me every five minutes.

What I'm trying to say here, fellas, is to stop automatically thinking I fancy the pants off you if I start messaging you. This isn't to say I don't find you attractive, I might do, but I'm more interested in making new friends than making you fall in love with me.

Just stop panicking and jumping to conclusions, because you've probably got the complete wrong end of the stick. I'm just being nice, it's what I do, I like to ask people if they've had a good day, cheer someone up if they need it. I am not deciphering every message you send and neither should you be.

Maybe we should all start writing letters again, that was fun wasn't it?

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