Ben seemed like a really cool guy. He’s getting his MBA at USC and did Teach for America in Nevada. And he’s attractive! Jackpot. I was excited when he asked for my number. Unfortunately for Ben, he texted me a (very sweet) message while I was on a flight from Philly to Dallas. While on my layover from Dallas to LA, I texted him the following:
Obviously, this is a terrible reply. To be fair, I was running on very little sleep from a weekend visiting my alma mater. Sadly, after texting him again to make a big joke out of how awkward I am, I still haven’t heard back from him. I realize this is because I texted him the word “howdy” and he didn’t know I was using it ironically. Because I forgot he doesn’t actually know me. Such a short text can cause so much shame.
I knew I hated Texas.