Hi, I’m Claudia and I love text messages. To me, romantic text messages are intimate, precious tokens, little electronic souvenirs, neatly date - and time - stamped to chronicle almost any relationship.
Today, text messages have become more than just a hobby, they have transformed my romantic life into one filled with passion. However, it took me a long time to understand and master their hidden potential as a weapon of seduction.
There I was, single again. After exiting a long-term relationship, I was back on the dating scene, and the rules had changed drastically since I had last tried to find my happily-ever-after.
To make the game even more complicated, I was an American living in Europe, where the rules were even more complex and peculiar. The majority of the guys I met led busy lives and lived hours, or even countries away. I quickly realized that unlike during college, getting to know someone over coffee after class had ceased to be an option.
In fact, most of my communication was no longer face-to-face, or even telephone based; it now depended almost solely on texting.
To test out this new style of dating, I launched into my first “flirty text relationship,” and it was a huge disaster.
After the inevitable breakup, I decided to take a detailed look at my experience. I needed to understand what had happened, and where to go from there.
I was shocked to realize that throughout the course of the liaison, texting had actually dictated my personal happiness or misery, placing me on a rollercoaster of emotions as each clever message galloped onto my screen.
It all began when I inexplicably fell under the spell of an otherwise unattractive man. We’ll call him ‘Master of Disaster.’ He was arrogant, ugly, cheap, out of shape, rude, ungentlemanly, and lived hundreds of miles away. In a nutshell, he was hardly an ideal love interest for any sane woman.
He was not a poet, a salesman, nor a communication guru. He was a finance guy who happened to be an exceptional texter.
The man must have been born with a cell phone in his hand, because he could text the pants off anybody. Despite his real-life persona, his messages were incredibly charming, intriguing, engaging, and unique.
They held my emotions in the palm of their little electronic hands, starting with the very first message I received the night we met:
“Sleep tight beautiful, promise me that you’ll dream of me too.”
And dream I did...
Unknowingly, he had introduced me to an unforeseen, exciting world of communication. He had also made me realize that I needed to brush up on my own texting abilities, especially if I wanted to flourish in this new text-based dating scene.
As I’ve always loved text messages, I thought of this new undertaking as a labor of love, in order to find love. Since buying my first cell phone in 2000, I had meticulously preserved my favorite romantic text messages in little notebooks, tucked away in a large box in the back of my closet, just like my notes from junior high.
After quickly browsing through a few of my previous text exchanges, I realized that my messages were a far cry from the witty, seductive, and compelling messages I had received from Master of Disaster.
Recognizing the fact that I needed to improve my texting skills, I spent countless hours looking at books, websites, products, “expert” advice, and forums – anything and everything that would teach me the art of creative, classy texting. I was hungry for flirty texting tips.
Unfortunately, most of what I found didn’t fit my personal needs. The type of texting advice I was looking for was scarce.
But I didn’t give up. I dove in and pored through countless text messages from my beloved collection, and analyzed them with scientific rigor. It was an enlightening experience.