Thursday, 09 September 2010

  • Ever Sent a Drunk Text? Ten Bucks it Wasn’t as Embarrassing as This One


    I’ve got this guy friend who has a giant crush on me (clearly he hasn't seen me eat a whole large pizza in one sitting). It’s flattering, and he’s a wonderful guy, and I wish I were attracted to him. Sadly, I’m just not, so I do my best not to lead him on while also keeping our friendship alive.

    Last night, he sent me a fairly innocuous text:

    Him: Sally, could you come here for a second?
    I walked over to him.
    Me: did you seriously just text me? You could SEE me.
    Him: You were far…
    Me: What’s up?

    He looked at me, blinked, put his hand on my shoulder, and said, “Never mind. Some other time.”

    I did the shifty eyes, shrugged, and walked away. And like I was in Bill Murray's epic movie Groundhog Day, the same thing happened over and over until I got fed up took him into a hallway where we could be alone.

    Me: Dude, seriously, what’s up? Just talk to me about it.

    He looked at me, blinked, put his hand on my shoulder. I started to genuinely suspect that I had somehow become Bill Murray. Then, the time continuum hiccuped and he did something completely unexpected (or maybe I should have expected it...) and started to lean in for an alcohol-fueled kiss. Alarmed and saddened (because I hate having to deny people), I pressed my hand against his chest and said, “I’m not attracted to you.”

    He apologized immediately, embarrassed. I felt terrible for having to have been so blunt, but knew I had done the right thing. I forgot about the awkward moment until he sent me the most ridiculous, six page-long drunk text known to man:

    (I can’t make this shit up)

    Him:
    Hey, good night. I’m sorry for being stupid and drunk. I think you’re being drumb

    I hate it when people call me "drumb."

    however you’ve given me many opportunities to sweep you off you’re feet.

    I can't judge drunk him for using bad grammar...

    Sex, well you have No Idea how good it would have been.

    Dear God…

    I’m sorry though mostly for being juveninile. Sorry can’t spell right now not think compektely. E good. And hope tsar

    I really enjoy that the word “tsar” somehow snuck its way in there.

    I can still have the change to hook you ob true blood or teach you to wreck all ye ohrt guys at Starcraft 2 yada yada.

    He would spell “True Blood” and “Starcraft 2” impeccably.

    Anyways I’m sorry for cohetrntly. Anyway Im now really sort about tonight.

    It’s like he can’t stop texting! It’s like this is his stream of consciousness and he JUST CAN’T DELETE WHAT HE HAS WRITTEN even though he INSTANTLY REGRETS IT.

    However goodthing since you’ve Bern cleR about how you feel or don’t feel from the get go I’m quit for bein stupid. Nice guys finish last. Lol night.


    Can I just talk about how much I hate it when people write terrible things and then try to make them seem like a joke by adding “lol?” You’re not fooling anyone.

    Later! Been stupid. Night. Aga. 

    Ah, that traditional parting phrase, “aga."

    It was too hilarious. In fact, it was such a ridiculous text message that I just couldn’t reply. When he apologized to me about it this morning (I'm sure he woke up with the worst "oh shit" feeling), I pretended that I hadn’t gotten it to save him some embarrassment. I feel terrible for having made him feel so much pain, and I wish I could change it but I can’t. As much as I'm making fun of him right now, because my friends and I communicate pretty much exclusively in playful insults, I would never do so in a serious manner. Plus, I can’t specifically fault him for sending a silly drunk text—we’ve all been there.

    Do any of you have interesting drunk text stories?

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