Gentlemen, let me ask you the everlasting question on women's minds everywhere: What are you thinking?
Now listen, I know we will never get any verbal answer long enough to explain what goes on inside those heads of yours, but maybe you can shed some light on the following situation.
I have this friend. Let's call her Sara. Sara goes to a party. She starts talking to a guy. Sara and this guy hit it off. The guy asks Sara for her e-mail address.
Her e-mail address. Since when did an e-mail address replace a phone number? The only people I e-mail are my mom and my professors, so I guess I'm just wondering why Mr. E-mail is using his Oak ID as a means to get a date.
Clearly, this is a new breed of the male species. I know all about Mr. Text Message. He doesn't know if a girl wants to talk to him, he gets flustered on the phone or he just doesn't care enough to call. He reverts to the text message. But e-mail? This is news to me.
Maybe I'm wrong. Do people do this? I guess I'm out of the loop. Maybe someone should start a chain e-mail warning people like me about the e-dating epidemic. I thought e-dating was reserved for people who have a harder time meeting people ' maybe because they're not in college anymore ' but it seems to have shown its face on our campus.
Mr. E-mail doesn't even want to know your area code. So what does he want? E-mail isn't even an efficient way to make a booty-call, let alone start a relationship.
I can just imagine the exchange via the Internet:Hi Sara,You looked really nice the other night. What are you doing tonight? Can I take you out for dinner?TTYL,Mr. E-mail :-)
The emoticon just puts it over the edge. But what happens when Sara fails to see his message? It's going to be awfully difficult for Mr. E-mail to get Sara's attention when he shows up in her inbox in between Facebook alerts. In fact, she might even delete him by accident.
What then, will be his dating fate? Will Mr. E-mail ever find the e-One or will he be alone in cyberspace forever?
Thankfully, I have yet to encounter the mysterious Mr. E-mail, but I would like to give him some advice. Facebook-stalk Sara ' but don't send her a message. That's just as bad as e-mail. Instead, look-up her address and show up at her place with a boom box playing Faithfully by Journey and a dozen red roses. Creepy? Yes, but at least she'll know you're not afraid of her.
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Natalie Cammarata
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