Drunken Text (Or Close Call)
March 18th, 2008 by C.Posted in Bedroom Blog |
Ms. Slavedriver was driving me nuts with her OC ways. Had to go out for a drink with Jill after work to de-stress.
Note to self: When going on a weekday girls’ night out, hand over your cellphone to your best friend.
When you’re currently mooning over a boy and planning to have margaritas all night with your best friend, you’re most likely to end up with a long-winded drunken text, or worse, a drunken call.
Of course, I didn’t follow my own rules. By the third margarita, I had whipped out my cellphone and was furiously composing text messages to Marcus—all of which included lusty proposals and frustrated rants about my attraction to him.
Jill was smart enough to sense who I was texting. “Give me that!” She made a lunge for my cellphone—and in one swoop, managed to grab it from me before I hit the Send button.
The next morning, I scrolled over to my cell phone’s my Drafts folder and found this:
“Marcus, all I think about is YOU, YOU, YOU. Aren’t you attracted to ME at ALL???”
I nearly had a heart attack. I checked my Sent folder. It wasn’t sent to him. Thank goodness for best friends!