My opinion on “sexting” (I hate that phrase with a fiery passion) is that less is more. An occasional filthy text about what you plan to do me (or want me to do to you) later is acceptable. After a while, it gets a little silly. Plus, nothing kills a mood faster than your cell service suddenly dropping out and one of those red X’s and a “message not sent” notice popping up. Then the other person gets miffed because you didn’t respond to their offer of virtual fellatio, and before you know it you’re having a text fight that ends badly and then no one gets to have actual sex.
I don’t know, maybe some guys are into sexting. (Ugh, how it pains me!) If you are apart for a while, it can be fun. It’s nice to get a text that shows she has to have you right now or else her lady parts will explode. But nothing beats the human voice. Are we forgetting the lost art of phone sex and naughty voice messages?? Words are only so exciting.
I don’t know, maybe I’m old-fashioned, but it doesn’t do a lot for me. Occasionally, sure. But I just find it silly. If you do it, consider who might be looking for his shoulder. Also, is he a jerk who shares the dirty things his girlfriend texts him with his friends? Hopefully not, but you never know. And also, don’t freak out if he doesn’t text back right away. Maybe he’s at work, or on the subway, or just not in the mood to text. I would say start out slow and see if he’s into it. In any good sexting session, both parties should be tapping out equally filthy things.
Ah, geez. Everybody is sexting all the time, right? The guy ahead of me in the supermarket checkout line is probably describing his penis to his girlfriend while I’m trying to grab a candy bar. My coffee shop barista is typing filthy things to her boyfriend while my Americano is brewing, right? My doctor isn’t checking his appointment schedule on his BlackBerry. He’s typing things about his wife’s clitoris while the nurse is taking my blood pressure.
Everyone is typing filthy things all the time! I am so scandalized right now!!!