Dating in high school

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It’s weird to think about, but dating used to purely revolve around phone calls. Not only phone calls, but home phone calls where anyone could answer the phone. Luckily, I was after the golden age of caller ID, and we thankfully had two phone lines when I was growing up so I was luckier than most. It was still awkward if someone other than you answered the phone when your boyfriend called. You would hear someone breathing on the other line, you’d yell at them to get off the phone-they didn’t hear you “somehow”. Yeah. You had to have guts to call a girl or guy’s home phone back in the day. Which by the way, this was a little over a decade ago… God I’m aging myself right now.

When I was in high school text messages were in the works of becoming a “thing”. I have almost forgotten how annoying it was to even type the letter ‘S (Four button pushes and you accidentally pressed it again, well now you’re back to P) Facebook messaging wasn’t possible yet but AIM conversations and emails definitely were. It’s weird to think about but now people can be reached on an entirely different scale. I can tweet, FB message, email, text, Skype, etc. to get someone’s attention. While it can be very convenient at times, it also can be frustrating because everyone expects you to be accessible 24/7 . While I’m guilty of having my phone constantly with me, I can say that being away from my phone even for a day is relaxing. I don’t stress, and I don’t worry about who’s contacting me. However, that isn’t practical anymore.

Going on a date in high school was typically a group hangout that happened to be a date. Once you got to know each other better you would want to be alone so you can makeout with out everyone watching, but you often relied on groups for everything. Serious questions were hardly ever asked and your place or my place wasn’t even an option. I’m not saying that this is how I prefer dating to be but it’s incredible to think about how much dating has changed in the last decade even.

While I’m incredibly glad that I can take someone back to my house (My house not my parent’s) and hang out, I also miss the simplicity of phone calls from time to time.

What do you miss about dating ten years ago? What change(s) do you enjoy?

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About juliagoolia1920

I'm a twenty something wannabee writer, who is trying to figure out this whole adulthood thing. In my free time, when I'm not writing, I enjoy beer and Netflix. Preferably together. I gravitate towards Cincinnati at night and live in the burbs during the day. On my blog you will find reviews, anecdotes, stories and the occasional rant.

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