My Most Mortifying Texting Experience (So Far…)
We’ve all been there. You’re excitedly recounting the details of your day to a friend, only to receive a response like, “Um, I think you have the wrong number?” Cue the wave of shame and the desperate scramble to save face. But my friends, I’m here to tell you that my wrong number experience puts all others to shame. It’s a tale of epic proportions, involving matters of the heart and… my dentist.
Yes, you read that right. My dentist.
Dentist?!
Remember that wave of shame I mentioned earlier? Multiply that by a thousand, add a dash of sheer panic, and you have a pretty accurate representation of my emotional state. My stomach plummeted to my toes. My carefully constructed dating persona crumbled like a stale cookie.
I frantically checked the number. It was then I realized my colossal mistake. I hadn’t texted Sarah. I’d texted Dr. Miller, my dentist, with whom I had exchanged numbers for appointment reminders.
The worst part? I had a cleaning scheduled for the following week.
My mind raced, conjuring up images of awkward small talk while he poked around in my mouth, judging my flossing habits (or lack thereof). Should I cancel the appointment? Move to a different city? Fake my own death?
Double-Check Before You Text: Lessons Learned
In the end, I did none of those things. I fessed up to Dr. Miller (after wanting to crawl into a hole and die), who, thankfully, found the whole situation quite amusing. He even promised not to judge my flossing technique too harshly.
So, dear readers, what’s the moral of this cringe-worthy tale? Always, and I mean ALWAYS, double-check the recipient before hitting send. And maybe lay off the wine a tad when discussing your love life via text.
Have you ever experienced a mortifying texting mishap? Share your stories in the comments below, because misery loves company (and maybe a good laugh).