Guiltless Weekender Feb 12 Part 2
I have a terrible and hilarious story of drunken sexting. It was a huge hit when I posted it here a couple years ago.
It's so embarrassing and creepy I can't even be embarrassed bc it makes absolutely no sober sense.
I'm gonna go look for it and post it here, I have no shame lol
It's so embarrassing and creepy I can't even be embarrassed bc it makes absolutely no sober sense.
I'm gonna go look for it and post it here, I have no shame lol
From a thread in 2013- I don't know how to link it-
"A sober and professional man was starting to show some interest in me. We had been texting back and forth, working our way up to admitting we wanted to go on a date. The weird part is I met him on a job interview. He was doing the preliminary interviewing and I would be working with him if I got the job. So it was a mix of acting professional yet starting to admit this extra interest we both felt.
He checks in to say hi through text one night while I was wasted, just wasted at home.
I woke up the next day and read texts where I told him we should go on a date, that I liked him and I needed to rehydrate my ovaries. It wasn't an autocorrect fail. I had gone on at length to equate my singleness with dry ovaries. In my drunkenness, it was some kind of metaphor that proved I didn't casually sleep around.
Wtf, REHYDRATE MY OVARIES? I even creeped myself out when I read that.
Never heard from him again, obviously."
"A sober and professional man was starting to show some interest in me. We had been texting back and forth, working our way up to admitting we wanted to go on a date. The weird part is I met him on a job interview. He was doing the preliminary interviewing and I would be working with him if I got the job. So it was a mix of acting professional yet starting to admit this extra interest we both felt.
He checks in to say hi through text one night while I was wasted, just wasted at home.
I woke up the next day and read texts where I told him we should go on a date, that I liked him and I needed to rehydrate my ovaries. It wasn't an autocorrect fail. I had gone on at length to equate my singleness with dry ovaries. In my drunkenness, it was some kind of metaphor that proved I didn't casually sleep around.
Wtf, REHYDRATE MY OVARIES? I even creeped myself out when I read that.
Never heard from him again, obviously."
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