Dating advice: Texting does not a relationship make
Last summer I was a silly girl and entered in a ridiculous texting relationship with a guy I met in a bar who was super cute, seemingly intelligent and keen to boot.
The problem? He lived in Manchester, me in London.
So we started to text. And text. And text.
One Saturday we actually exchanged 50 messages in one day. I’m embarrassed to admit that. Have I got a life or what? Apparently not.
Long story short, after a good month and a half of intimate texting we never actually met up – he always dropped out at the last minute.
It took me three ridiculous excuses on his part to realize he was a fraud, though.
Damn you benefit of the doubt! He really was a dufus of the highest order.