the space between

let me start by pointing out the obvious. men are lazy.

(and as of writing this primal nature has devoured my desire to further probe this line of thinking, depleting my urge to discuss some finer aspects, facts if you will, of the non-dominant psuedo-alpha male and tricked out mopeds and just dive in directly to the essence of this entry.)

this laziness translates into everything we do. for example, texting. generally men don't text. family, occasionaly. friends, sparingly. officemates, rarely. girlfriends, when reporting.

but as always there is that one exception when we use our lethargic minds to wit-think and zombie-esque fingers to tap tap tap away on our keypads. that is when we are texting... a potential mate. hell you can actually gauge his level of interest depending on the time between your text and his reply.

here is a simple summary

interest level rating
1 - el zero
2 - liliputian
3 - luke perry warm
4 - bull's ring
5 - zinger, we got a winner!

response time and corresponding interest level rating

• 24 hours of le mans - 1
• 12 rounds of boxing - 2
• one basketball quarter - 3
• phelps 200m butterfly - 4
• bolt 100m dash - 5

so next time he texts you back be keen and aware of the... ugh. too lazy to think of a proper ending to this post, i.e. interest level is currently at 5, therefore must reply now.