The Dreaded Second Text

The Dreaded Second Text


We have all been here, you meet someone fantastic and they give you their number, only to not respond when you contact them.

Personally, my rule of thumb is to give a 24 to 36 hours period after the initial text has been sent to send another. But what happens when there is still no response? The worst thing that we can think of, sending ANOTHER text!

Today's ladies have come to realize that chivalry is dead and not every boy you meet will be prince charming, but what if we are the ones who have to do the chasing. What if we have to send another message that says something to the effect of, "Hey (insert name here), just wanted to see how you're doing, I had a great time with you last weekend." This is when these thoughts begin flooding our minds.

  1. "Oh my gosh, what if he thinks I'm super into him and I just want to give this a shot"
  2. ~Wait~ "Never mind he couldn't think that, he got to know me really well and he thinks I'm cute!"
  3. "Oh, but what if he was just saying that and he doesn't actually think I'm that cute."
  4. "Here, I'll text (insert BFF) and she'll tell me the truth"
  5. "Now she's not texting me back"
  7. "Maybe I should go to the gym more and not eat these brownies"
  8. "Nah, if he really likes he, he won't care if I'm fat"
  9. "Well, still no text, it's fine though, I've got Netflix and my brownies. They'll never let me down."

30 minutes later


As independent as we claim to be today, self image is a key player in our self confidence. Unfortunately, we have come to believe that if we have to multi-text (as I like to call it) we are automatically seen in a bad light. As if we are clingy and in love or just a chatterbox. So, remember this, even if you send 500 texts, if he wants to talk to you he will, and if he doesn't, you should probably put down your phone and go have fun with your girls, because the more fun you have, the more fun life will be.

Second texts are only a big deal if we make them out to be, so ladies, second text away because at the end of the day, what do you really have to lose?!

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We all have had a crush or two in our lives. That really cute person who made your heart go boom! boom! and make you feel like it is about to shoot out of your chest at any moment just by being near you. Don't you remember that feeling that person gave you? The butterflies in your stomach whenever you two are in the same room, how tongue-tied you get trying to say just three words to them. How giddy you feel when thinking about them and how you gush about this person to everyone. There is just one little problem in your fantasy, the person your crushing on doesn't even know you exist. You have thought about writing how you feel about this person in a secret love letter but you never have the courage to tell them how you feel. This is the case with many crushes, it is usually one-sided. So I wrote this poem to express some of the struggles of having a crush.

The way you smile makes my heart sing
The way you talk sounds heavenly to me
The way you look is so lovely
The way you walk is so grateful even for a guy
The way you look at me makes my heart skips a beat
The way you make me feel is one of the most amazing feelings ever
The way you may never see my feelings makes me sad

I wish I could tell you how I felt

As I hold this letter tight to my chest

Just spit out "I like you!"

But I'm a coward

Afraid of rejection

Afraid of being the fool

So I keep my feelings seal up

But I smile cause I can still be close to you
Even if its a one-sided love
The way I feel for you is true
I just wish you could feel the same way too
The way I feel about you
I have never regretted it
The way you make me happy
Even without even trying

Or knowing how much happiness you give me

You don't know my feelings

Maybe one day I can unlock my feelings

And share them with you

Once I gain tougher skin

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I Learned To Love Again, Only This Time It Was Myself My Heart Was Set On

Losing you hurt like hell, but I love myself a whole lot more now because of it.

Losing you hurt like hell.

It still hurts.

I felt like I lost myself, and the more I thought about it, I realized that I had.

I loved you so hard and so much. I loved you with everything my heart and my body and my soul had to offer.

After you broke me, I realized I didn't recognize any of the pieces scattered across the floor. I wasn't this girl.

I wasn't the girl who cried herself to sleep, the girl whose happiness relied on a guy, the girl who was OK being an option, and I sure as hell wasn't the girl who waited around for someone to decide whether or not I was worthy of him.

Yet here I was.

There were so many times that I would tear myself to pieces, analyzing every moment, wondering what I could have done differently. I did this to myself for months, knowing damn well that you weren't losing any sleep over it.

I found myself ordering food that I would never eat at our old spots just because it was your favorite. I adopted your lingo, your sense of humor and even the funny way you walk.

I would sleep in your clothes because even the smallest piece of you brought me comfort. I wasted my days away searching for signs that weren't there, my mind manipulated everything into remnants of you.

It didn't exactly happen overnight, but I remember waking up one morning and thinking why am I letting him do this to me?

That was the day I realized how much of myself I had given up. How much I had changed to fit what your idea of perfect was.

I started to do the things I loved again, never even realizing I had given them up in the first place.

I started going out with my friends, I went dancing for the first time in months, I went for hikes and stretched out in the sun with my favorite novel.

I listened to all of my favorite songs that you had always hated, I drove with the windows down and sang my heart out. I realized I could get through this.

Slowly, but surely, I began to recognize myself.

My heart no longer skipped a beat when my phone lit up, I no longer held onto a twinge of hope that your name would be displayed on the screen.

I wasn't stalking your social media anymore, and I stopped caring if you liked, or even saw, what I posted.

I didn't lay awake at night wondering if you were thinking about me. In fact, I rarely thought about you at all.

I always swore that I saw love in your eyes, but it was only my reflection staring back at me. Once I learned to love myself the way I loved you, my life changed.

Losing you hurt like hell, but I love myself a whole lot more now because of it.

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