toxic texting
before cell phones were democratized, you got drunk, made out with some stranger, then went home (with stranger or alone). the world was a lot safer then.
if you weren't blindingly drunk when you got home, you may accidentally find yourself dialing that familiar number. which doesn't bode well when some girl picks up the phone or you leave a very embarrassing message on the answerphone. but the chances of reducing your own ego to pulp was a lot slimmer back then.
i was at a work do when i found myself texting spy guy. who, it turned out, was at some gym party. that in itself is a warning this guy is strange/nerdy/has weird taste in friends/seeing someone at the gym. who on earth goes to a party for a gym? hell my gut instinct with him, albeit jokingly, was right - he is married with kids. after all that champagne, i invited him over. which he promptly declined on account of being in bed nearly asleep. the man lives in the same neighbourhood less than ten blocks away. i don't care if he has matters of national security to look after, a rejection is still a rejection.
my drunken text became toxic to my ego.
the funny thing was mr-turned-out-to-be-wrong had sent me a mistyped message earlier that day. to another girl. which is quite ironic given he had somehow accidentally messaged his ex - lucky for him it didn't contain anything juicy. i just don't get how he could have typed it to me as my name is completely a different alphabet to this girl's. although she could have been the last person to message him before me and thus was the next window to my message.
so i guess it's not that bad if you're not the only one drunken texting.
if you weren't blindingly drunk when you got home, you may accidentally find yourself dialing that familiar number. which doesn't bode well when some girl picks up the phone or you leave a very embarrassing message on the answerphone. but the chances of reducing your own ego to pulp was a lot slimmer back then.
i was at a work do when i found myself texting spy guy. who, it turned out, was at some gym party. that in itself is a warning this guy is strange/nerdy/has weird taste in friends/seeing someone at the gym. who on earth goes to a party for a gym? hell my gut instinct with him, albeit jokingly, was right - he is married with kids. after all that champagne, i invited him over. which he promptly declined on account of being in bed nearly asleep. the man lives in the same neighbourhood less than ten blocks away. i don't care if he has matters of national security to look after, a rejection is still a rejection.
my drunken text became toxic to my ego.
the funny thing was mr-turned-out-to-be-wrong had sent me a mistyped message earlier that day. to another girl. which is quite ironic given he had somehow accidentally messaged his ex - lucky for him it didn't contain anything juicy. i just don't get how he could have typed it to me as my name is completely a different alphabet to this girl's. although she could have been the last person to message him before me and thus was the next window to my message.
so i guess it's not that bad if you're not the only one drunken texting.
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