The Terrors of Text
Given my last post marvelled at the beauty of a dating app with no chat, I think it only fair that I explain the details behind its appeal. For the lucky few readers that have not experienced the trials of dating-app chat I would ask you to imagine a world where every conversation you engage in begins with a sentence no longer than 4 words. A world where you are expected to keep an acronym translator handy at all times, ready to decode the ‘wys?’ and ‘wbu?’ lines and meet them with enthusiasm rather than the disdain they deserve. A world where pictures speak a thousand words, but gifs speak zero. Once you get past the initial small talk, thinking of ways to liven up a conversation that has begun with the conversation couplet ‘have you been up to much this weekend’ and ‘not really, you?’, you find yourself asking the same 5 questions, re-telling the same 5 stories, being ghosted for the 5 th time that month. The pain of this familiar process is no one’s ...
