When I first started seeing my partner, our virtual relationship was already off to a rough start. I dropped my phone on the sidewalk and watched it shatter. I was a senior in college, slightly reckless and overly ambitious, new to the whole "falling in love" thing. Vulnerability was not my cup of tea — I liked my partner a lot, and that scared me. Fear usually leads me to act like a nervous wreck: sweating, elevated vocal tones, talking with my hands; the whole nine yards. This time, seeing a text from my future partner pop up on my screen manifested my anxiety, promptly throwing the device in the air as if it were a searing hot slice of toast, and watching it crash onto the ground in slow-mo.
That was two years ago, and while I still haven't mastered the whole "falling in love" thing, I'm learning more and more about how to be a supportive, nurturing partner everyday. However, while I do think our virtual relationship has somewhat improved (i.e. we both have working phones 90 percent of the time, and I no longer poke him on Facebook as an icebreaker), we still don't see eye-to-eye about certain technological means of communication. While neither of us are huge texters, he loathes social media platforms and I love capturing #Content. Additionally, I spend a lot more time online than he does (Hey! I work in media — totally not my fault).