"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained."---Mark Twain

Friday, August 2, 2013

"Sext Me"

No, don't.    Really.    Those words are in quotes for a reason:   they ain't MY words.

Those are the words plastered across the kick drum head, along with the ex-drummers' cell phone digits.     He's young and good-lookin' and it's likely he gets "sexted" frequently.   

That's the thing these days.

When my son got a picture message at work he didn't even think about it before he opened the file.    He thought it might be something from his girlfriend or family, and he didn't check the number it came from.

Weeeeellllll, it was certainly female.    No face was showing, but, yep.......female.

It wasn't HIS female.

Not exactly sure how to deal with this, he sent her a reply.    Chivalry calls for a man to respond to a lady.

"Thank you!   Very nice.   Nice pic.   I don't believe I know you."

In just a minute or two.........

Lots of OMG and "I'm so sorry" and obvious embarrassment lit up on the cell phone.

She has taken a picture of her, uhhhhh, Happy Place, typed in the wrong number, and hit send hoping to thrill her Baby, and "thrilled" MY baby by mistake.

Back in my day..............

Makes ya think of old folks, don't it?    You know, the ones who talked about all that old crap from Yester-year and talked it all the time?     


I've reached the age where I can say I had a "Day".   

Meaning a "way back when".

Well Hell.....

Back In My Day if you could get your hands on the physical proof of your stupidity, you could dispose of it, praying that there were no copies or negatives.

Move out of state if you couldn't...........

I was always scared that something I did that was stupid would get back to my parents.     I still did my fair share of Stupid, but The Fear Factor stopped me for the most part.

Today you can do Stupid digitally before you have time to think it out, and fling it to the masses.

Good luck getting that back. 

The lady in the story could take comfort in the fact that she got big points for photography and subject matter from a factory full of men who all swear they Ain't Gettin' Any, and appreciated her efforts.

If Chivalry isn't dead, it's bleeding badly.    

 Ladies, if you take that pic please double check that number!

I reserve the right to critique any and all sexts accidentally or intentionally sent to me, so guys, you might wanna check the number before you hit send, too!


  1. While my interests and philosophy forces me to key and eye on the future this sexting thing blows my mind. One, I find it for the most part stupid, and for the main reason you wrote about. Second, it's damn unfair that this has popped up way too late for me to get pictures like your son.

    In fact I remember a show back in the 1980's where one of the characters complained to another that he had entered the "invisible stage" of his life. This character went on to explain that what he meant was that he had reached the age where "young" girls completely ignored him. I was in my mid-twenties at the time and found that idea shocking.

    1. It's not too late for you to receive what we used to call "nudies"! Don't lose hope, accidents---like what happened in the post---can still happen!

      Now whether you can act on it or not is another story. My son is in a committed relationship and if I know him at all, deleted that just as soon as everyone else got a peek. He can't act on it either.

      We have a friend who just busted into his early 60's, kicking and screaming. The fact that young, barely-legal chicks look at him like they would a sleazy grandpa drives him insane. If he ever gets a sext message, he will keep it as a treasured memento.

  2. Sext it? Oh hell, I can't remember how to spell it, how to do it and only vaguely remember how it felt when it was over. Plus, with the new language folks are using, I would call it the wrong thing anyway. "Back in my day we called it...." Never Mind... you were back in my day. Maybe you can remember and refresh my memory!

    1. Yes, Dear Patrick, I was "back in your day" and that's been SO MANY days ago!

      I claim faulty memory because there is so much I would rather forget! And I sure don't remember pictures or letters sent from me to some dude. At least I don't have to worry about anything floating around on the net. At least I hope there isn't anything.

  3. It was 30 yrs ago but all I can say is I can never run for office. Then again, nowadays who knows, maybe I can.

    1. Suthern! Thanks for droppin' by! I would never attempt a public run for office. While I don't believe there is any physical proof of anything, there are entirely too many witnesses still above ground. Gotta go with the Hell's Angels: "Three people can keep a secret if two of them are dead".

      Bad behavior doesn't seem to be a deal breaker anymore. If you can work it around to where you can look victimized, you could make out just fine!