I consider myself a warm and affectionate person.  I have very little problems with my feelings and expressing them.  I tell my friends at least a couple times a week that I love them(mainly because they are so awesome).  I tell my family that I love them after every conversation.  I like holding hands with my boyfriend as we walk down the street.  I love cuddling.

But as affectionate as I am, I have my limits.  

Hugging should be reserved for people you know and love.  It should be like an "I love you", if you do it too much it looses it's meaning.  It's a personal invasion thing.  You don't need to be in my space if I just met you.  I hug people I like.  If I don't really know you then I haven't decided whether or not I like you.  If you come in for a hug too soon in our relationship, I'm gonna have to quote Johnny Castle- "This is my dance space, this is your dance space. I don't go into yours, you don't go into mine!"

Holding hands.  I think of it as something very intimate.  Another thing I don't mind doing, if I know you and love you.  Or if you are a little child and we are crossing the street.  I once went on a second date with someone.  Second dates are not "hand holding dates".  Second dates are "we are still getting to know each other dates".  He held my hand while we were walking to the restaurant.  He held my hand at the restaurant.  He held my hand walking back from the restaurant.  Dude, I'm not going to run, you can leave my hand alone.

PDA.  I don't mind kissing in public.  When I say "hi" to the guy I'm dating, I'll kiss him.  Even when he does something cute, I'll kiss him in public.  I will not start making out with him in a bar full of people.  There are couples at the bar that I work at that don't leave much to the imagination.  When I feel uncomfortable coming up to your table because your tongues are down each other's throats, you should probably detach yourselves and pay the bill.  Your bed has to be much more comfortable than the bench you are sitting on. 

I really am a warm and affectionate person.  You just have to get to know me to see that side. Until then,respect my space.

Text Message

Sometimes I'm confused about the times we live in.  I was not born with a cellphone in my hand.  I had to remember phone numbers.  I had to ask permission to talk to the person I was looking for from their parents.  The term "land line" did not exist-because there was only one line, and if you were on it- nobody else could be.  The first "cell phone" my dad had, had it's own bag because it was so huge.    And even with the cell phone, you still had to remember phone numbers.

Most of all, I remember the times before texting.

I'm not anti-technology.  I LOVE technology.  I don't know how we walked around with cell phones that aren't IPhones.  And for those of you who know me also know that I'm not against texting.  I talk to my friends, all day, every day through text messages.  It's a great way to keep in touch.  I text my cousins in the States(which is awesome).  I text my parents while they're at work and can not talk.  But those are people I know and love.  Those are not people I want to date.

When did it become socially acceptable to text a girl about going out instead of actually calling?  Why did we (girls) give up on the fact that boys should make an effort?  We should hear their voice when they ask what time should they pick us up.  

I recently went out with a boy who texted me when and where.  We went out on a nice date, it was better then others but not awesome.  But, what really killed it for me was the fact that the next day- he texted me again.  And then proceeded to text me all day long about my day and his.  I am not 16 and neither are you.  You want to know how my day was? Call me up at the end of it and ask.  I went out on a second date with him because my friends told me it would be good, but really- I was already over him.  It was a week before we were able to schedule another date, which meant it was a week of texting from morning to night.  The second date was doomed from the beginning, even if he didn't do all the other annoying things he did.

This is not the first boy that has decided that texting is a way of life.  What happened and when did it happen??  Is it too late to stop?  

Guys, I'm 29, I remember the time you had to remember phone numbers- If you want to ask me out on a date, man up and call!