It was a Friday afternoon and I was meeting girlfriends for dinner later that night. The plan was to run home, change clothes, get to dinner. Simple stuff.
“Hey, Sweetie!” I shouted at Mark as I ran to our bedroom. What am I going to wear…
“Hey there!” he shouted back without looking up from his computer, “How was your day?”
“It was good. Don’t forget I’m going to dinner at Shelly’s house tonight. So I’ll be gone in, like, 10 minutes. You have to do dinner on your own.”
So I’m debating taking a quick shower when I hear Mark walk into the bedroom.
“So…” he said with a funny smile on his face.
“So? So what?”
Really? Is he serious? I don’t know anyone with as bad of timing for the HINT HINT as this man.
“Nope. Sorry. I’m leaving in 8 minutes. You’re just going to have to hang on. Now where are my jeans…”
“Oh, come on.”
“Gosh. I really don’t have the time. But I guess we can…if you really want to.”
“Me? You HINT HINT-ed me,” he said.
“Um. I’m sorry, but you’ve lost your mind. I have not HINT HINT-ed you in days. You’re going crazy.”
“No, you HINT HINT-ed me on Facebook.”
“A HINT HINT on Facebook?”
“Yeah, on the wall.”
“Um, that was, like, LAST WEEK. How are you just now seeing that?”
“I don’t know. I’m not an addict. So you weren’t HINT HINT-ing about tonight? Ok, cool. Well have fun at Shelly’s.”
“So now you don’t want to HINT HINT? You were all about 3 seconds ago, but now you’re good?”
“Yeah, I’m cool. Just wanting to keep you happy. I’m going to go watch Modern Family.”
Things we can learn:
1) Relationships between a social Internet junkie (me) and an old-school Internet junkie (Mark) lead to plenty of miscommunication.
2) Don’t try to even jokingly flirt on FB. Especially if your person only gets online on Leap Day.
3) Not everything you read on The Internet is true. Even if it was written on your Facebook Page. By your wife. Words of wisdom. Live by them.