So as I’m waiting for my beloved reality television show to come on, I’m laying in bed playing with the dogs (no, get your minds out of the gutter, that is not a euphemism for anything – it’s my dogs!) and I get a text. A text from W that simply states ‘fuck you’.
Holy shit! My heart dropped. I can’t tell you what raced through my mind, but as I have been talking a lot of shit and whining and generally being a boring pain in the ass here and via text messages to friends, I could only assume that my paranoia surrounding the blog was not unfounded and he discovered it. Or that I accidentally sent a text meant for one of my friends to him by mistake. Oh. My. God. I swear, I stopped breathing for a minute. Although I would hate for things to end on a bad note (or at all), I would feel horrible if his feelings got hurt by anything that I wrote. As I was debating what the hell to do in the subsequent 1.7 seconds since receiving it, I opted to just pick up the phone and call him. So I did. And the phone rang, and rang and rang. Just when I was certain to go to voicemail (what the hell would I say?) he answered. With a ‘Hi, that message was totally NOT meant for you’. Apparently he had forgotten to turn his phone off and had it sitting right by his bed where a friend text messaged him something and woke him up. So he texted back. To the wrong person.
He was suitably embarrassed and very sweet in his apology, but I think my heart is still racing. What a very strange feeling. Number one that anyone would text that to me out of the blue added to the fact that I may have quite possibly deserved it?
We had a nice short chat, he reiterated that he would call me tomorrow and there ya’ go. Another ridiculous event in my already unbelievable (in a craptastic sorta way) life. I swear I couldn’t make this shit up! 😉