I love to text message. I find it to be a perfect outlet to get straight to the point with a person without the annoyance of having to acually have a real conversation with someone.
Nothing worse to have to be on the phone for 10 minutes with someone when all you need is a one- to two-word response from the person. Text a simple question and wait a few minutes for the answer.
"Hey, what time is the meeting tonight?"
Perfect. Didn't have to hear about his or her day and got the information I was looking to get. Impersonal as hell, however, gets straight to the point.
But... text messaging does have its' drawbacks. Like when you text something personal as hell to the wrong person.
Oh, the problems that can cause. I have been guilty of it many times.
The first time was three years ago when my ex-wife picked up my kids from me on a night I was to entertain the Most Beautiful Woman in the World. As soon as she was gone, I quickly typed up the following text:
"Hey... I am finally alone. Hurry up! I want you now!"
Instead of sending it to the Most Beautiful Woman in the World, I sent it to the last person I texted. My ex-wife.
Needless to say, my night didn't go as planned. Instead, I ended up driving to the exes house to pick up my kids because the ex threatened to leave town for good with my girls if I didn't come get them.
You would think I learned my lesson after that. Nope. Yesterday, I did it again.
This time a new coach I just hired was on the receiving of one of my personal texts that went to an innocent receiver.
I spent last weekend with two women co-workers in Las Vegas to help put an end to a recent but lingering funk I have been in. We had a blast going from club to club watching each other hitting on and being hit on by other patrons.
It was great fun. The highlight of the night was listening to one of my friends having to endure one of the worst lines I have ever heard.
"Excuse me. . . can I be blunt?", said an obviously drunk man in his late 50s from New York.
"Absolutely,", said my friend.
I sat in excitement with what he was about to say to my very attractive friend. After hearing what he said, I knew I would never make the same mistake.
"You have real nice boobies."
My friend laughed and said thank you for stating the obvious and kindly asked him to leave.
We laughed all weekend about it and I thought I would have a little fun with her by sending that line to her yesterday afternoon in a text message. But, instead, I sent it to my newly hired coach that I have only known briefly for a month.
While he is a big guy, I would never say he has man boobs. Even if he did, I would never tell him, "You have real nice boobies."
I realized my mistake when I got a text from the coach.
"Hey Coach... While I am flattered, I really think we should keep our relationship strictly to football. But, again, thanks for the compliment."
Damn, I did it again. And, I did it to a guy who I am so thankful that I was able to steal from a rival school. While I was kicking myself for the fuck up, I got another text from him.
"You know Coach, if you take me to Vegas, I will show you my boobies."
Well... at least this time the recipient of my wrong text had a sense of humor about it.
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