Meg here! I don’t mean to brag or pull rank on you ladies. I don’t want you to feel inferior. We’re all just people and yes, I am super fabulous. I am so super fabulous that Eleni threatens me everyday that she is going to buy www.pleasedatemeg.com. I am so wonderful and hot that we have to BUY A URL to find me a date. That’s normal. I am that picky. I like to go out and have a good time with my girls (you know me-you think any guy wants this headache?)
Here’s how it plays out….
Eleni: You hated that guy, you said the date was awful, you said “never in a bazillion years would I want to be with him.”
Meg: No, I totally know. I didn’t tell him that. Clearly I was so above him…But…It’s weird he never texted me?
This point the waiter brings our third round of vodka tonics.
ONE HOUR PASSES-Our waiter is my new bestfriend.
Eleni: Your texting with one eye open. This can’t be good. What are you saying. Stop. You need to stop.
I hope you have a friend as good as Eleni in your life. God knows even though I have such a friend I am still batshit crazy. When I played this brake-up email I laughed so hard because part of it was laughing at myself.
We have (and by “we” I am attempting to make myself feel better) sent so many heartfelt (after being socially lubed)
I am posting this because I am sure it is how I sound all gangbusters after some red wine (I call red wine “fight in a bottle”.)
So yes, I feel for this obviously drunk chick. I also recognize myself in her and have a hearty laugh.
‘Fess up! What is the worst drunk text email you sent? No jury-just laughs! I’ve sent doozies!