The Smiley Face Game

The smiley face.  Created simply out of two punctuation marks.  A semi colon and closing parenthesis.  That’s it, it’s that simple.  Used to symbolize happiness, as most would think.  I say bullshit.  These two punctuation symbols placed one after another mean so much more, at least in this world, with technology, to most girls.

When he sends a smiley face it can means so many things.  He likes you.  He’s thinking about you.  He has nothing to say so he sent you an emoticon.  There is never a straight answer to this symbol, therefore you never truly know what the smiley says.

I realized the madness of what this world has come to last night when I updated my status to this character. Most people probably saw this and assumed, “oh she had a good day today,” but no.  These two eyes and a grin meant something completely different.  It was supposed to make him wonder.  Make him think about what I’m doing, who I’m with, what is she so happy about?  Why did she put up that smiley face?

A couple of years ago this would of played out differently.  Instead of sitting gin my bed wondering why I haven’t received a text in three days after spending what I thought was a great weekend with a guy.  I would most likely of already picked up the phone and had a conversation.  Unfortunately, in today’s world it’s more acceptable to play a game.  A series of back and forth turns and twists to try and lure the other person to take the first move and speak to the other.

Wondering what the response to my “statused” smiley face was?  A returned status, with the exact same smiley face.  Fuck games.

The Co-Worker

Unlike your typical college student, I worked a lot.  Not to say I didn’t go out and party but my weekday mornings, while everyone else is sleeping off their hangover, I was at work at the most calm hour of 7:00a am.  Spending 30+ hours a week at work really gets you bonding with the people you’re with the majority of the day.  And what’s better than bonding?  Flirting.

I’m sure you’ve heard of the term work crush.  That’s how it initially started out.  We worked over a year together before anything other than shameless work flirting even happened.  Actually, at first I thought I was the only one feeling this way and he was just being friendly.  I looked forward to the days that we would work together, those shifts didn’t even feel like work!

I went home for the summer and when I came up to visit one weekend I stopped by knowingly he was working a shift.  I felt weak at the knees just seeing him!  We flirtatiously texted all weekend.  When I came back to school in the Fall, all hell broke loose.  We both admitted how much we like each other and how we need to hook up.

A work affair is one of the hottest scenarios a girl can dream about.  After weeks of constant texts (sexts) and at work flirting one day it finally happened.  It was spontaneous, ridiculous, and most of all so erotic.  We snuck off to the bathroom and had our very first on the job make-out session.  Yes it was quick, primal, and over the top.

Then later that night, we found ourselves in his car ripping each others’ clothes off.  It was so fun having this little secret at work, where not one of our co-workers knew what was going on.

Graduating really was the worst part of college.  Now a 40+ hour week is just not as entertaining.