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How Pocket-Dialing Can C*ckblock You
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So this weekend was my annual Christmas work party and I look forward to this every year because my company goes all out for the employees. It was held at the Liberty Grand in Toronto and although I was welcoming the fact that I could go to the party by myself, I realized that a couple of female co-workers were also planning on welcoming this as well.
There are many things I have messed up on this year regarding my dating life, but I never (and will never) sh*t where I eat.
So I needed a plus one STAT. I wanted to ask my sister but she was also going to her company party. That was when I received a much welcome phone call from my ex, Beth.
Beth had called me to see how the situation with my psycho ex had turned out. After I told what had happened, we ended up having a two hour long conversation on the phone. It was nice and even more nice to catch up with someone who still means the world to me even though we didn’t work out.
So I took a chance and asked her if she wanted to be my platonic date for the party. She gracefully accepted as long as I promised not to throw myself at her.
I was preparing for the best night of my year, however I had forgotten that this was an open bar party. You should never invite a Irish guy like me to an open bar. Trouble awaits.
So anyway, we ended up at the Liberty Grand and at first, we had a blast. I introduced her to my co-workers and we were able to successful dodge my far too forward female co-workers despite the fact that Beth wasn’t able to dodge their dirty looks.
After a few too many JD and cokes, Beth and I ended up on the terrace having a smoke. We started walking down memory lane and before we knew it, we were making out. After that, she was ecstatic. She told me how she apologized about our break up. And I apologized for putting her through the hell I did this year too. At the time, it was the perfect night.
We hit the dance floor and everything was great until I got the spins from messing up on the order of drinking and smoking. (Always a problem with me) So I stumbled my way to the bathroom, puked up all the free booze I had consumed and walked out to see Beth, angry as f*ck.
I had apologized for getting too drunk and she had told me that she wasn’t mad about that. She then threw my blackberry at me.
“You dropped this on the way to the washroom.” she said. “I picked it up for you for safe keeping and it was open to your call history.”
I looked down at my phone and saw that I had dialed Sabrina’s number twice that night. I winced and sighed. I tried telling Beth that I didn’t call her. That I must have pocket dialed her while we were dancing. (And that was the God honest truth!)
But she didn’t believe me and after what I had put her through this year, I couldn’t blame her for thinking what she did.
She stormed out of the venue and I left shortly afterward, drunk, horny and more importantly–alone.
While in the cab, I received a text from Sabrina. She said that she had received my pocket dials and that she wanted to talk to me in a few days.
Well, she called me today. She’s in town visiting family for the holidays and she has something to tell me.
The saga continues….stay tuned. I promise to fill all of you guys in by tomorrow!
So my dear readers, do you have any stories about pocket dialing the wrong people at the wrong time? An inquiring dumb ass wants to know!