It seems that my TinderBoys don't so much like the grammar nazi either. Even the potentially not TB fodder I was chatting with this morning who pointed out that I use good adjectives and we talked briefly about the quality of my english (I explained a dangling participle to him) was chased away. So far, only twice has my "intelligence" been what makes them run off and never be heard from again. The other night...
TB: U there? Wat u up 2
DB: I'm just reading about literary rhetoric tools.
TB: That's a mouth full...
--and he was never to be heard from again.
This morning, though...
TB: Lmao. Your funny
DJ: Okay, school time. This is a huge pet peev of mine.
TB: K
DJ: Your = possessive you're = you are
Learn it, live it, love it. Any woman worth her salt will appreciate the little things like decent grammar. :D
... 15 minutes later
DJ: Did I scare you away with my grammar nazi?
TB: Nope. I'm not scared. I'm going to do what I choose anyway. lol
--and if he chooses to continue to be an ignoramous... don't care if he is heard from again.
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