My son has informed me dating has changed from my "Good Old Days."
When I was in high school I waited by the family phone waiting for someone to call.
Sometimes they never did, sigh!
Now most kids use the carpool line as their SpeedDating while waiting for your Mom.
My son jumps in the car, "So and So is talking to So and So."
I ponder this, talking? "What are they talking about?"
He shakes his head, "They're talking about stuff."
"Well that sounds mighty exciting, I love talking about stuff." I reply. "Uh, hashtag LAME."
He sighs, "Jeez Mom, you don't talk about stuff. You're married." Sensing my confusion he explains, "They're texting each other, see? Like So and So and I are talking, I sent her a text earlier today and she replied."
I look at his phone, all I could make out was "hey" and a reply of "hey." Pretty heavy duty stuff. I'm not sure this relationship is gonna last, he hasn't even added her name to her contact.
"So you are talking by texting, what happens after talking?" I ask.
He looks out the window, "Then you start Hanging Out."
"Oh, like going on a date?" I ask.
"No, you hang out, like all of us hanging out before you pick me up."
I think about this, "So do you talk while hanging out?"
He looks at me like I'm dumb, "No, she's standing right there, I'm not gonna text her."
"Oh! That's right, talking is texting and hanging out is talking without texting, I'm getting this! What's next?"
"Dating," he replies.
"Now I understand this one. Do you take her out to dinner or a movie? I have coupons to the climbing tower, you could climb together?"
He sighs, I guess I'm too excited about this, "No, we just hang out and do stuff."
"Do stuff? Hanging out? Isn't that texting?"
"No, really Mom, we hang out together with friends but we're dating."
I think about this, I'll never understand how all this works!
"So you Talk, then you Hang Out, then you Date. What's next?"
He thought for a moment, "Breaking up?"
I think for a moment, "Then do you break up by talking, or just stop hanging out? Or talking and hanging out but not together?"
"Mom," he moans.
Later that day I text my honey: "Hey."
He sends back, "Hey."
Guess we're talking now.