I Fell in Love With a Man Who Refused to Text Me
For TueNight.com by Jenna Briand The night I met my husband in the bar on 15th street back in 2001, I was ready and eager to punch his phone number into whatever Palm Pilot-like object was trendy and in my bag. He wouldn’t give it to me. Instead, he wrote my first name on a napkin, slipped it in his pocket, and asked me to meet him, same time, same place, four days later. I did. He did. No texts, alerts or mobile carriers required. At the end of our first date, I asked for his email address. Again, he declined….
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