How is it that we've come so far as a civilization, yet something as asinine as a two-letter word sent from one person to another in an inordinate amount of time can derail us faster than Keanu Reeves behind the wheel of a bus with a motion-sensitive bomb attached to the engine?
When you ask someone how long one should wait before texting a romantic interest back, the answer usually varies, but the "solution" always involves some variation of keeping someone on the hook for the maximum amount of time before hope is lost and then texting them "hey."
Man, what a shitty thing to do.
Texting is imperfect. Truly, truly imperfect. In fact, so is dating. Both manage to become amazingly convoluted and difficult for such obvious, simplistic (in theory) cultural phenomenons. Because of this murkiness, there will never be a perfect equation for successful dating -- nor for how regularly to text, and when.