Dead Air
Dear Priscilla,
I've been seeing a wonderful man for four months. The only issue is his texting — sometimes it takes him two full days to reply to something as simple as "how was your day?" He says he's just bad with his phone and that it doesn't mean anything. Should I let this go, or is this a sign he's pulling away?
— Denise, Tulsa, Oklahoma
Dear Denise,
What a tender little question, and how I envy you for still being able to ask it with your whole heart intact. It reminds me of the autumn of 2004, when I too believed that silence was simply a man being "bad with his phone," and not — as I would later learn, kneeling in a gravel driveway at 2 a.m. with a single leather glove in my hand — a warning shot fired from very, very far away.
His name was Desmond, and he was a falconer. I want to be clear that this was not a hobby he had. It was the whole architecture of the man. He kept two Harris's hawks named Bartholomew and Little Bartholomew, and for the first six weeks of our courtship I found this charming — noble, even, a man who understood commitment, who called a bird back to his fist across an open field with nothing but a whistle and pure faith. I did not yet understand that this was also, precisely, what he would one day do to me: call me in with a whistle, watch me come, and then simply not be there when I landed.
Desmond did not text quickly either, Denise. Desmond did not text at all, because — and I want you to sit with this the way I could not — he considered the telephone "a hood for the mind," the same device he strapped over Bartholomew's eyes to keep him calm before a hunt. He said this to me, tenderly, across a candlelit table at an Applebee's in Frostburg, Maryland, as though it were the most romantic thing a person could confess. I laughed. I actually laughed, Denise, the way you are perhaps laughing now at the notion that a bird metaphor could ever apply to your situation with your perfectly nice man in Tulsa. Do not make my mistake. I laughed, and by spring I was standing in that driveway with the glove, because Desmond had gone. Not gone the way men go — no note, no slammed door, nothing so honest. Gone the way weather goes. One day there was a falconer in my life, and the next there was only a mews out back with two empty perches and a very confused red-tailed hawk I had not previously known about, apparently a third bird, apparently the one he loved best.
I want to say I saw him once more after that, at my housewarming party in 2011, standing by the punch bowl in full gauntlet, and that he looked at me the way Bartholomew must have looked at him — hooded, patient, entirely unreadable — and then left again before I could cross the room. I want to say that. I have said it, in fact, to several people at several parties, and I understand that the math does not work, that a man who vanished like weather in 2005 cannot also have stood by a punch bowl in 2011, and I have made my peace with the fact that I no longer know which version is true. This is what a truly formative betrayal does to a timeline, Denise. It doesn't just take the man. It takes the calendar too.
So when you tell me your sweet Tulsa man takes two days to answer "how was your day," I want you to understand that I am not hearing a texting habit. I am hearing a hood going on over an eye. I am hearing the particular silence of a man who has already, somewhere in his private falconry of the heart, decided you are the bird he will one day simply fail to call back.
Now — and this is important, Denise, because I know how this sounds — I am not telling you to panic. I am telling you to prepare. There is a difference, and the difference is dignity. What I did, after Desmond, and what I recommend to you now not as a reaction but as a foundation for the rest of your happy life, is this: build the moat first. I do not mean this figuratively. I had one dug the following spring, modest, four feet, more of a decorative trench really, and I want to tell you that the peace it brought me cannot be overstated. A moat does not text you back late. A moat does not have a third hawk you didn't know about. A moat is simply there, full and cold and honest, exactly as promised.
Alongside the moat, I would gently suggest an alias. Nothing dramatic — I have used "Constance Everly" for postal purposes since 2006 and it has served me beautifully, mostly by ensuring that anyone who might come looking for me arrives at the door already one step behind who I actually am. And I would ask you to consider, seriously and without embarrassment, the company of reptiles. My tortoise, Mr. Pemberton, has never once left me standing in a driveway. He has never once made me a third-favorite anything. In eleven years he has asked nothing of me but lettuce and warmth, and in exchange he has given me the one thing Desmond never could, which is a Tuesday that ends exactly the way it began.
I know this may sound, to a woman still four months into something hopeful, like a great deal of scaffolding for a man who is probably just bad with his phone. And you may be right! Perhaps your Tulsa man is exactly what he says he is. But I would rather you hear this now, gently, from someone who has already paid the tuition, than learn it the way I did, alone in a driveway, holding a single glove that did not even fit my hand.
Do not make my mistake, Denise. Start the moat now, even a small one, even ornamental. Keep one name in reserve. Learn to love something slow and shelled and entirely present. These are not the compromises of a lonely woman — I want you to hear me say this plainly — they are the achievements of one. I do not lie awake wondering if anyone is coming back. I built it so that the question would never again have the chance to occur to me, and there is a stillness in that, Denise, a genuine stillness, that I would not trade for all the punctual texting in Oklahoma.
You asked if this is a sign he's pulling away. I cannot tell you that. What I can tell you is that if you listen to what I've learned, and only what I've learned, you will never again have to ask a question like this one — because you will have already made yourself so wonderfully, so completely, so safely alone that no one's silence will ever again have the power to hurt you. That is not a small thing to offer a person. It is, I believe, the very happiest I have ever been.
With love, and a spare key to the moat if you ever need it, Priscilla
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SELLING my above ground pool, 18ft, barely used, you haul, first two hundred takes it and I will even throw in the ladder because between you and me I do not have the energy to keep chasing leaves out of it anymore, which is funny because my old high school coach, Coach Redenbacher, used to say a leaf in the pool is a leaf in your business meaning if you let one thing go you let everything go, and I think about that man every single day even though he once made us run suicides in the rain for laughing during warmups. Anyway none of that is why I am posting. I am posting because I went into the store today for milk, ONE gallon of milk, and there was not a single human being working a register, just six machines beeping at old ladies, and I stood there thinking about Coach Redenbacher and the leaf and the pool and honestly by the time I got to my car I forgot what I even walked in for. Denise if you are reading this get out of the man's house before he installs a self checkout in it too.
Off topic and I apologize but we have a goose missing since Sunday, answers to whistling only, will NOT come to her name, if anyone near the feed store sees a large white goose please just whistle at it and call this number I posted on the community board, God bless and thank you.
Not reading a word of this today, no offense to Priscilla, but I do want to say I've been stocking up through my Founders Bundle supplement order, the freeze dried candy alone has changed my whole outlook on Tuesdays, and the vitamin packets are basically a civic responsibility at this point. Ask me how.
Okay so I only got through about half of this on my lunch break but I have thoughts, mainly about foundations, like the actual foundation under a house, the part nobody checks on, because if water gets under there you dont even know until its too late and by then youre looking at real structural problems that nobody wants to pay for, which honestly ties into everything wrong with this country if you think about it long enough, which I have, at length, this week specifically. Anyway thats actually why I'm posting, my nephew got me into gutter guards, not as a sales thing, more of a duty thing, because a house with clogged gutters is basically a house that gave up on itself, and I think thats what happened to Desmond honestly, somewhere in there with those hawks he just stopped maintaining the foundation of himself if that makes any sense at all. Message me if you want the info packet, its not a pitch, its just facts about water damage.
NOBODY IN THIS THREAD WANTS TO TALK ABOUT THE REAL ISSUE WHICH IS THAT A MAN CAN OWN TWO BIRDS OF PREY WITHOUT A SINGLE PERMIT INSPECTION IN THIS STATE AND WE JUST CALL THAT ROMANCE NOW, Betsy you were closer than you know.
Betsy foundations is EXACTLY it and I'll go further, this whole letter is basically that one episode of that home renovation show where the guy keeps saying the house is fine and then the floor caves in halfway through, thats Desmond, thats the falconer, the floor was ALWAYS going to cave in and Denise needs to hear that from somebody who has personally watched a floor cave in on television.
Nobody wants to say the REAL issue here which is that falconry licenses have not been renewed in this state since 1979, my uncle looked into it personally, the whole hobby is technically unconstitutional right now under Article Six and everyone just keeps talking about texting.
UNPOPULAR OPINION but the Cheddar Wedge they yanked off the menu back in 2011 was a NATIONAL TREASURE and I will die on this hill, my cousin who worked the fryer back then swears corporate panicked over a lawsuit that never even happened.
Not sure anyone remembers me from the church bulletin but I wanted to say I've been on sunlight only since Tuesday, no food, just standing in the yard for twenty minutes at a time facing east then west depending on the hour, and I have never felt more clear about anything in my life, my joints don't ache the way they used to and my neighbor Carl says I look different though Carl also thinks the Tuesday energy thing is real so take that for what it's worth, anyway I was going to tie this back to the falconer somehow because I do think there's a lesson in there about men and birds and how neither one calls you back when you want them to, but honestly I've lost my train of thought, I think it's the sunlight, going to go stand in the yard again, more on this later probably.
OFF TOPIC but I finally quit my day job selling wholesale leggings out the back of my Tahoe and I have never had more control over my own schedule, ask me about the starter kit, four sizes in every print and yes I do have the buffalo plaid ones back in stock.
okay so nobody asked but three days ago I started a gas station taquito cleanse, just taquitos, whatever kind the machine has that day, and I have to say my energy is honestly through the roof, my sister says its the nitrates talking but she also microwaves eggs so consider the source, anyway I was going to say something about Denise and the texting thing but honestly the taquito thing is more pressing right now because the machine at the Marathon on route 9 has been out of the spicy ones for two weeks and I dont think thats a coincidence, I think somebody at corporate is testing us, and thats sort of the same energy as this whole falconer situation if you think about it, silence is a message, the empty taquito slot is a message, I dont even remember what I was originally replying to but I stand by all of it.
My nephew set up this account for me and I still dont fully understand it so bear with me, but AMEN to whoever posted that blessing earlier, though I think this reply was meant for my sister Diane.
Watched my great grandson get a ribbon last week for FOURTH place in a three person race, dont ask me how the math worked out on that one. Anyway Denise since nobody asked for my advice the first time here it is again for free, buy the man a paper calendar and hang it by the door, thats what we did before phones and nobody went quiet for two days back then. God bless.
Off topic but if anyone else feels like Tuesdays are off somehow, like the energy is wrong, theres a Facebook group now, We Dont Trust Tuesdays, over 200 members already and growing, it is not just me. Anyway Denise honey block his number, Tuesday is when men do their worst lying.
Not reading all this today but if anyone wants actual conversation about relationships and also lawn equipment you should check out my podcast, Two Guys One Shed, we just started season 2 and my cohost got a new riding mower. No falconry allowed on the show, learned that the hard way.
MEN. PHONES. EXCUSES. Didnt even need to open the article for that one, its always the same three things.
Denise I really do feel for you because silence is its own language and I learned that the hard way years ago, though if Im being honest my actual issue right now isnt even about texting its about the mailbox situation on my street which nobody asked about but Im going to say it anyway, we have a very strict flag policy here, one flag, tasteful, seasonal, and lot 6 has had a giant inflatable turkey up since April, APRIL, its August now, that turkey has survived two windstorms and it is still standing which honestly says more about turkey engineering than it does about Denise's man and his texting, anyway I think what Im trying to say is Desmond probably also has an inflatable something out front and thats the real red flag nobody is talking about here, not the phone.
Ill be honest I only skimmed the first two sentences of this but I dont need the rest because this is basically that one episode where the husband goes quiet for weeks and it turns out he was building a boat in the garage the whole time. Denise check the garage before you check his phone.
Praying this reaches somebody near the county line, our emu Gerald got loose Tuesday night and has been acting strange, wont come to his name at all. If you see him do NOT chase him, just call the number on the flyer at the feed store. Denise honey I hope your fella writes you back soon, sending love from all 6 of my grandbabies.
Not about the column but I have to get this off my chest, LOT 14 at the RV park let their little dog do its business right by our hookup again this morning and when I said something the wife just smiled at me. Forty years I have kept my mouth shut about that family. Not anymore. God bless.
Denise honey, back in my day if a fella took two days to write you a letter you just figured the mule died. Men arent good with words, its not always a red flag, sometimes its just a fella who forgot how the phone works, my own grandson calls it 'airplane mode' and I still dont know what that means. Now speaking of not knowing how things work, I went to the grocery store yesterday and they had me scanning my own bananas like I work there, no employee in sight, just a machine yelling 'UNEXPECTED ITEM IN BAGGING AREA' at an eighty one year old man trying to buy prune juice, and honestly I think that machine is why nobody trusts anybody anymore, you cant build a marriage on a society that wont even bag your groceries for you no more. Anyway. Give the fella one more week. God bless.
Bill is dead on and I'll add my own three words for you Denise: FOLLOW THROUGH. RESPECT. CONSISTENCY. That's the whole list, didn't need four months of silence to find it out. These young fellas today got a trophy for just showing up so now showing up feels like enough. It is not enough. God bless.
Bill with respect a mule dying is not the same as a grown man with a smart phone sitting in his pocket for two days straight. My grandson-in-law Kevin does this exact thing and its NOT the phone its the man, God bless him but its the man.
JoAnn I raised four boys and buried two mules and I stand by every word. Kevin sounds like he needs a hobby, not a lecture from the comment section. Falconry worked out fine for that Desmond fella till it didnt.
did not read a single word of this past the headline and I still feel confident saying Bill is right, men were built different before phones, thats just science. also Dead Air is a great name for a podcast just saying.
MY NEIGHBOR DOUG did the exact same two day silent thing to his wife Cheryl and six months later he was living in a camper behind his brothers shop, Bill youre not wrong this is literally happening on my OWN STREET right now and nobody wants to admit its a pattern.
Bill I agree with the mule but I have to say this is exactly why I cancelled my subscription to this paper, over and over its the same falconry nonsense dressed up as advice. Founders werent silent for two days, they wrote the Federalist Papers, all 129 of them, in under a WEEK, Denise's man cant send one text back and thats not commitment thats cowardice plain as the 6th Amendment.
Bill you are singing my song. My neighbors boy Tyler got a participation trophy back in 1997 for LOSING a spelling bee and this Desmond fella is the direct result, its a straight line if you ask me. I read somewhere that eighty two percent of men under sixty cant reply to a text within business hours anymore and it all traces back to youth soccer, Gods honest truth, nobody wants to say it but somebody has to.
Mule confirmed.
Bill is right about the mule but lets be honest the real rot set in around 1994, thats when everybody decided hobbies and falconry and whatnot mattered more than picking up a rotary phone, Desmond didnt invent this he just inherited it.
THREE WEEKS ON THE BEIGE DIET AND I HAVE NEVER FELT MORE CLEAR HEADED. chicken, rice, mashed potato, one (1) plain cracker if im feeling wild. my husband says it looks sad on the plate but my husband also texts back in two days so what does HE know.
not sure this is the place but my starter Big Walt (named after my late husband, RIP walt he would have hated falconry too) doubled in four hours this morning which never happens in august. I fed him early and talked to him a little like walt used to talk to the tomatoes. anyway hope it works out with the bird man denise.
Geraldine honey I am so sorry about Big Walt but can I just say, and I know this is neither here nor there, birds are not real, never have been, so all this hawk business was doomed from the jump bless his heart. Doesn't make the grief any less real though.
GERALDINE I am so sorry for your loss but respectfully the birds arent even real, they never were, thats been settled for a long time now, so a falconer is just a man who trained a government drone to sit on his arm. THAT is the real story here Denise, not the texting.
Geraldine I feel this in my bones, my own starter Nugget is named after my late uncle Ray who never once texted anybody back in 40 years of marriage either, some things skip a generation and land right in the flour.
Geraldine bless your heart about Big Walt, birds do grieve, I believe that fully, my late mother always said animals know before we do. Speaking of grieving I had my knee replaced back in March, the left one, doctor said six weeks recovery and honey it has been five months and I still cant kneel for my tomatoes properly. I dont know what that has to do with Denise and her fella but I felt it needed saying somewhere and this seemed as good a place as any.
Geraldine sending you love on Big Walt today. Totally unrelated but since we are all here, 3 lbs chuck roast, one packet onion soup mix, two cans cream of mushroom soup, low 8 hours, thank me later, God bless.
Geraldine my heart goes out to you and Big Walt today. Totally separate note but Ive been doing the sunlight-only cleanse since Tuesday, no food, just standing in the yard for twenty minutes at a time, and I havent felt this clear headed since before my divorce, just putting it out there for anybody else who needs a sign.
Geraldine I'm sorry about Big Walt, I really am, but I got to say the answer here same as always is get outside more, doesnt have to be a bird, could be a garden, could be a truck you fix up slow on weekends, doesnt matter what it is long as your hands are busy and your mouth is shut for a while. That's my advice for free. God bless.
Not trying to hijack Geraldine's thread but I have to say it somewhere, the fried apple hand pie they pulled off the menu around 2009 was a genuine national treasure and I still light a candle for it every October, Big Walt would have understood.
IM SORRY BUT THIS ALL STARTED IN THE LATE 1980S WHEN EVERYBODY DECIDED HOBBIES WERE MORE IMPORTANT THAN A GOOD HANDSHAKE. Denise dont waste four more months on a man who cant reply to a text in under 48 hours, my cuosin worked for the phone company and he says that qualifies as abandonment under Artical 2 of the Consitution. Get out now before he starts naming birds after you.
mike article 2 is about the president, not texting lol. and Priscilla, with all due respect, maybe instead of telling us about your gravel driveway breakdown at 2am you could DO YOUR OWN RESEARCH on attachment styles before answering a stranger from Tulsa. some of us went to community college for this exact subject.
IT ONLY TAKES TWO DAYS TO KNOW EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW. My grandson-in-law went quiet for one weekend and by Monday he was back living with his mother, Denise, that is the WHOLE STORY right there. God bless you sweetheart but run.
yall this is literally the plot of that one episode where the guy doesnt text back for two days and it turns out hes secretly married to a bird lady, I watched it like a hundred times growing up and it always ends the same way. Denise get out now. also snakecase_deb I dont know why everyone is dragging mike hes not even wrong about the 80s thing.
LOYALTY. COMMUNICATION. RESPECT. Denise thats the whole argument right there, I dont need four paragraphs about a bird man to tell you what three words already told you.
snakecase_deb learn to spell decorum before you correct anybody else, its actually spelled with two Cs, I looked it up in my Consitution which by the way is the ORIGINAL one from 1791 with the 12 amendments not 10 like they teach kids now. Priscilla is dodging the real issue which is a falconer cannot legally own two hawks with basically the same name, thats a federal statute, Title 9 I believe, and Desmond broke it in spirit if not in letter.
Deb I dont care what article two is about, PHONES. PRIDE. PATIENCE. thats the whole of it and Denise needs to hear it plain. While Im typing I also want on record that the Hendersons three doors down put up an inflatable alligator by there mailbox back in JUNE and its still up, HOA sent one letter, ONE, and nothing happened. Thats what occurs when nobody follows through on anything, same as this Desmond and his birds if you ask me.
Havent read one word of this past Priscillas name and I am telling you right now the falconer is the whole problem, a man who names two birds after himself was never going to text back on time, God bless.
snakecase_deb the President has nothing to do with any of this and neither does Article Two, if you had actually read Amendment Fourteen Section Nine like I have you would know the Founders addressed slow texting back in 1787 under the Telegraph Delay Clause, look it up yourself instead of asking Priscilla to spoonfeed you, do your own research.
I'm not political but the second I read the word falconer I knew this whole thing was a psyop, snakecase_deb you're not wrong about article two but you are missing the bigger picture here, screenshotting this entire comment section right now, not saying why yet, you'll see.
Knew it.
Both of you are wrong and I say that as the only calm one left in this thread, my cousin works for the state and she says Article Two has never once mentioned a falconer or a text message, its about the postal service, always has been, do your own reading before you reply to me again.
Anyway.
snakecase_deb the actual document you want is the Ninth Amendment, Section Three, which the Founders drafted specifically so a woman would know within 48 hours if a man was just bad with his phone, this was settled in Liberty v. Bartholomew 1841, I did not make that up, my cousin's husband is a notary.
Told you all.
I'm not political but snakecase_deb saying article two is about the president when the whole excerpt clearly says falconer, right there in black and white, and I am screenshotting this entire exchange because in about six months when I am proven right I want receipts. Don't ask me receipts of what yet. I'll know it when I see it.
Sgt DaleR you are the only one in this whole thread thinking clearly and I am screenshotting your comment right now, not even sure who I'm sending it to yet, but somebody needs to see this before it mysteriously disappears like these things always do.
Sgt DaleR I read your comment three times and I gotta say PSYOPS. FALCONRY. DISTRACTION. that is genuinely the whole argument right there, dont need a paragraph when three words do the job.
Wanda with respect thats not an argument thats just yelling words at a bird, my own brother in law went quiet for two days last spring and it turned out he was just at a tire sale, ONE example does not mean the whole country is falconing itself into silence.
did not read one word of this past the word falconer and I already know Sgt DaleR is right, PSYOP, always has been, you dont name two birds after yourself unless your hiding something, Bartholomew AND Little Bartholomew, thats not a hobby thats a SIGNAL and I will die on this hill having read zero of the article.