I imagine every woman has one of these stories.
This morning, my girlfriend received a text message from a guy she went out with a few times over a year ago. They haven’t spoken since, and I don’t think he even lives in the same state.
The message was something like, “I know I’m not supposed to say this, but I really want to XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.” And I’m not bleeping it out because it’s suggestive. I’m bleeping it out because it’s crazy graphic. It was very specific. Oddly specific.
She sent me an email because she was really upset about it and wanted me to know that this happened. I sort of laughed it off because this is dumb guy behavior. Women, you need to know this – there’s a least three guys that think of banging you every night as they fall to sleep. Trust me. And these guys don’t care if you’re married, post-menopausal, or seven months pregnant. They will always want you. Forever.
My dad taught this to me in college when I dated a very beautiful woman. I complained that guys were always hitting on her, and he said, “Yeah. That’s because she’s pretty. Get used to it.”
The interesting thing about the situation with my current girlfriend is that apparently a week ago he made contact via text and asked how she was doing. She said she was in a relationship, and he said he was as well. That was the end of the conversation.
Then at 9am EST, he wrote that text to her. What’s awesome is that he must have been at work. To write explicit sex texts to a girl you went on a date with over a year ago during the coffee hour is pretty intense.
Now, of course I want to slam this guy’s face into the gravel and break each tooth with repeated steel-toe boot kicks. I would enjoy that. But, I don’t even know this joker’s name nor where he lives. Probably a good thing.
For my girlfriend this problem had an easy solution. She simply blocked this loser’s phone number.
When I read the email she sent me this morning, I laughed. Why? Because I trust my girlfriend. She’s trustworthy. And every girl I know has some idiot that keeps texting her. That’s when I realized how important trust is in a relationship. Since I trust her, it’s no big deal. Now, I do want this guy to become crippled with gout by noon tomorrow, and I will pray to Jesus tonight to make this happen.
But in a healthy relationship, things like this are really more funny than anything. It reminds me how lucky I am to have someone who I trust and who trusts me. Good stuff.
