Last night was margarita night with the boys. Stupid me "drunk texted" CT while he was right in front of me. We were having a totally different conversation the entire time.
Sounds like a scene from a dumb, tragically funny sitcom, doesn't it? I can't think of anything or anyone lamer at the moment. Why couldn't I just tell him up front? Not only did I ruin the tiniest chance with this dude, I also have completely lost all courage to face him. I'm surprised I didn't throw myself into ongoing traffic on my way home.
McLame [11:42 PM]: Do you have any idea what I would give to kiss you right now?
CT [11:45 pm]: I think u sent this to the wrong person. Don't you mean leo or gabe?
McLame [11:49 PM]: I want you, chris, i'm just too shy.
CT: {no response}
McLame [12:39 am]: And if you think I'm nuts, don't even answer this message
(um...WTF?? I don't even know what I meant by this!)
CT [12:42 AM]: You're not nuts! Don't say that. Had a lot of fun tonight we need to do it more often!
Ouch. I'm lucky that the man's got some grace and that he's a total gentleman. This was the most polite rejection that's ever been said to me or anyone else. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go lick my wounds if I don't end up drowning myself.
Nope. Absolutely no game.
Today's PSA Slogan: Friends don't let friends drink and text.
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