Today, the traditional "I need more space" conversation or "Dear John" letter has been replaced by a text message, a Facebook profile update and a trail of endless commentary by social network friends.
Back in the day, to call someone to ask for forgiveness or to reconsider their rash decision was not an easy task, because that call would usually ring the kitchen wall phone and Mom, the apron-wearing caller ID would pick up the receiver. This is the part where Mom would hear a click and dial tone.
Sure, there were the obsessive slow drives past the ex's house with the headlights off to see if there was someone else's car parked in the driveway - not that I ever did anything like that!
Today, it's a whole new dating game being played by a generation of cyber stalkers who think nothing of going tit for tat about the break up.
Even when the relationship is in its earliest "getting to know you" stage, the participants are constantly up each others butts, with frantic text messages that demand constant updates. Can you text d-o-o-m-e-d?
Another casualty of techno-love is the traditional boys and girls night out. It sure ain't what it used to be... "Who r u with? "What time r u coming home?""What did u order?"What time are r u coming home?"
Geez - what ever happened to trust, independence and "I'll tell you all about it the next time I see you?"
Too much information, updated too frequently and shared by too many people is creating a generation of obsessive and possessive lovers and a growing entourage of ex-suitors that can't be dodged.
Cell phones, text messaging and social media are making breaking up and staying together for that matter, harder to do.
As I tell my kids, I'm so glad I never had to deal with this nonsense.
