I am a woman on a mission. To find my future husband? Perhaps. To meet the man of my dreams? Let’s not get crazy. I am determined to find a man that will pick up the phone and call me. Yup, you heard me. No texting, no tindering, no technology. For years I clung to my flip phone, my foot firmly planted in the era behind me. Dates scoffed at my blast from the past, “how are you supposed to text with that?” Exactly. The thing is, I am a terrible texter. The flirting rules are too ambiguous – Who should send the last message? How many emoticons are too many? What did he mean by that? My last attempt at text flirting (suggestion for a date followed up with a wink) was met with a lackluster “ok” and then silence. I watched my phone, willing it to ring or at least flash with a follow up flirtatious text. Nothing. I called my girlfriend and dissected our conversation – ok can hold many meanings right? Fuming and fire engine red, I paced around my apartment wondering why a 31 year old woman was partaking in the juvenile equivalent of passing notes in the high school hallways. When did it become acceptable for men to court woman without the teensiest bit of effort? I vowed to take a stand. A tall attractive bar patron recently asked for my phone number. I boldly informed Mr. Ask for My Number that I favor phone calls to which he coyly responded that he will be calling. He didn’t. I imagine he deleted my digits the second I walked away, off to find a less demanding dating prospect. Sigh. Fueled with a jaded texting past, I will still fight for a woman’s right to a phone call. Does this suggest I am technologically challenged? High Maintenance? Maybe…but I am ok with that.