“And it reaches a point,” says Jane, “where, if you receive a text message” from a guy, “you forward the message to, like, seven different people: ‘What do I say back?'"
“It is sad,” Amanda says. “That one A.M. text becomes ‘Oh my God, he texted me!’ No, he texted you at one A.M.—it’s meaningless.”
“If he texts you before midnight he actually likes you as a person. If it’s after midnight, it’s just for your body,” says Amanda.
You forward it to, like, seven different people cuz you don't know what to say?...back? That's fucked up. Jane: how about "yes" or "no?"
I do not comprehend.
If...What?! Okay: I hereby make a demand for discovery and a public records request for the rules of this "game." Where did those come from?
It’s not, [Amanda] says, that women don’t want to have sex. “Who doesn’t want to have sex?"
Amanda, I herewith proclaim my utter availability. And eligibility for boyfriend-hood. If that would help. Either/or.
