Texting was not a medium that Igmar initially embraced whole heartedly. Frankly, he was loath to swoon over any new technology out of hand. This reluctance served him well as Betamax withered to its early demise. Ever since, Igmar was often more than a few steps behind the curve. Now, he pondered the possibility of expanding his miniscule text allotment, as overshooting the mark became more routine.
“Smooth, witty, heartfelt… I think I’ve covered all my bases. Was it too long? Well, I can’t bring it back.”
The target of this digital dart was Cassia. Over ninety texts in, and she had captured Igmar’s heart. It wasn’t all texts, though. The latest followed their fourth date. Igmar was happy with how things
had gone, for the most part. They got along well. However, he had nagging doubts that perhaps things were not moving along fast enough. Four dates and still no kiss. Igmar had schemed to use the forth date as an opportunity to get more intimate. It was the first movie date. He was hoping this
date would move from the interview process to just enjoying each other’s company. The plan involved offering his arm as they walked to the theatre. If that went well, Igmar would try to maintain contact through the movie. His research revealed that the theatre had the lifting arm rests, which would better facilitate snuggling up. Unfortunately, the armrest stayed firmly in place. At go time, the plan was aborted. Igmar felt it seemed too forced, too contrived, too awkward… and if there was anything that his dates could lose, it was awkwardness. The date ended with the expectation of a fifth, however Igmar’s confidence was rocked when the, now customary, hug goodbye was skipped. As Cassia walked up the front steps of her building, Igmar frantically began deciphering what that meant and how his more intimate date… got less.
It seemed to Igmar that a major misstep had transpired. He wanted to show Cassia that his intentions
were long term, but he feared he may have telegraphed disinterest. He hoped this text would help to mend this perceived fissure. That he would have to rely on text messaging did little to relieve his discomfort, no matter how well-crafted the message.
In the preceding months, Igmar had become more adept with texting. He boldly thought that his
newfound texting prowess would be a valuable asset as he delved into the dating scene. One thing he never got used to, however, was delayed responses. These lulls in conversation only served to fuel Igmar’s anxiety. He had only known Cassia for a month, but he had already experienced trepidatious moments, on more than one occasion, waiting to hear back from her. Often, she was curt in her response and that sparked even more debate in Igmar’s mind over whether Cassia was annoyed by his texts. In the end, a short reply was at least an acknowledgement of receipt and that forestalled the most ominous of worries.
With a tap of the screen, Igmar once again leapt into the abyss. This time he tried to focus on
his memory of her eyes. He hoped that the thought of her face would carry him through. He imagined her checking her phone… and smiling.