So, I was at a free bar with work on Friday night and awoke on Saturday morning with a sore head but a clear conscience. I'm single and work with a lot of married men who don't tend to get out that often so nights can get very messy, very quickly, especially with a free bar thrown into the mix.
As Saturday rolled on, I started to get flashbacks of the night before but still all good. The only thing I was guilty of is having a good time. Something was niggling at me though and I looked at my whatsapp messages. I saw that I had been messaging a guy from work who I usually wouldn't message. Intrigued, I scrolled through the conversation. Oh. Dear. Jesus.
I have a friend with the same name as this guy and in my drunken haze, I think I thought I was messaging him. The content was so blunt and explicit and inappropriate. I'd never speak to my work colleagues the way I'd speak with my friends. With friends you can be more vulgar for comic effect and just say it like it is and that's exactly what I did.
I told him I wanted to f*ck one of our other colleagues, asked him if he thinks I'm hot and basically made an ass clown of myself. Coming in today was tough! I messaged him yesterday evening to apologise for what I'd said and he was lovely about it but ggaahhhhhh
So, have you guys any stories of texting the wrong person to make me feel better about myself?! In my defence, he had texted me first saying great night. That's no real defence actually... my response should have been yes it was, not I wanna bone Dave from accounts