To Delete or Not Delete: That Is the Question

Deleting numbers from my cell phone has always been one of my favorite dating tacTECHS. Maybe its the superficial closure of clicking yes when the screen on my blackberry asks "Are you sure you want to delete eXeXeX from you phone?" or the fast-forward fantasy to the moment when said romanTECH interest eventually texts again and I can respond with -- "Hey, who is this?" Ahhhhhh, sweet e-venge!


But a few months ago I deleted a pretty significant romanTECH interest from my phone and the scenario has unfolded in a way that is making me question my strategery. Recently, a mild vibe has emerged again between me and this dude and after an unplanned "encounter" at a bar in my hood I knew I'd want to see him later in the night, but was obviously too proud to ask for his digits again. After getting home and hitting romanTECH rock bottom, aka trolling for his # on my Tmobile bill, I resorted to the tackiest of choices: Facebook for blackberry, sending him a simple "?" at about 2:30 am. That Monday, I called out my own randomosity, letting him know that I had no other choice after deleting his number from my phone. To which he, coyly confessed: "I wanted to text you, but I deleted yours too."

So this brings us to the text-istential quesion: To Delete or Not Delete? One of my guy friend's pointed out that he deletes when he doesn't want to be reminded of his old girlfriend everytime he scrolls thru his phone -- afterall the way Dana hovers over his brother Dave on his phone list is almost as annoying as the way she would hover over his friends during college football. Another friend pointed out that deleting never works because he always winds up memorizing the really significant numbers. So even though we haven't completely answered the question, there is something we can learn: deleting people out of our phones is the easy part.

Digital D-bags

I realize I may be shooting myself in the foot these past two weeks by calling out people that are on the roster, but I can't help but share this one with you all. I made the responsible decision to stay in last Friday night, catch up on my Netflix (don't put Margot at the Wedding on you Queue FYI) and pretend to do some school work. I obviously fell asleep early watching Law & Order Special Victim's Unit and woke up to a slew of messages in the am, most from friends asking "Where you @" and letting me know that "Our bartender is working!" but among these "thoughtful" notes was a 917 number that wasn't in my phone: "Hey are you out?"

Though it was a classic group text, I have to admit, I was intrigued by the mysterious digits and thought back thru the rolodex of #s I deleted this year. I know its dramatech but I have a tendency to delete a guys # if 1)They are now engaged/married 2)They flaked more than once leaving me waiting alone at Houston's on a Thursday (a fate that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy p.s.), so I texted: "was asleep, who's this?"

and got the following D-bag response: "Russell stupid"

To which I fired back, naturally: "that's an unfortunate last name"

Get it? Of course you all do! But honestly have we lost all sense of nettiquette? I mean c'mon, this is tech 101, not brain surgery, and interestingly the guy's a surgeon...you'd think he could have figured it out. Anyway, you'll be happy to know that I did save his number this time and I bet you can guess what it's under :)