In this analogy, the exploding bomb is the girl replying "Ewww, gross, you're a creepy schmuck and I award you two out of ten hottie points" and ignoring me. My bomb-ravaged body represents my self-esteem.
Sometimes I think cheesy texting (chexting) is the worse thing in the world, but then I stumble across some corny texting (coxting) or some cutesy texting (cuxting) that's even worse. And I can never, ever forget some of the terrible lovey-dovey texting (loxting-doxting) and sappy texting (sappxting) conversations I've read. Basically I'm annoyed by all of them.