Why I Shouldn’t Be Allowed to Text Message

So, for those of you who don’t know, I’m a moron.

Okay, not really. Not all the time.

I was texting a sort-of coworker of mine, this guy who interns at Volcom and helps us out at photo shoots, to see if he wanted to grab some dinner (in a strictly let’s-be-friends-and-nothing-more way), and he agreed. We texted back and forth for a bit, deciding on the date, time and location, and eventually settled on something. The next day I texted him to reschedule because something had come up, but he wasn’t able to, and I ended the conversation with a friendly, “You owe me dinner this weekend!”

A moment later I went back to my inbox to delete my read messages, at which point I realized the full extent of my idiocy. The entire time I had been texting my “coworker” I had actually been texting an acquaintance of mine with the same first name. I guess I somehow decided it wasn’t necessary to check the last names before selecting a contact and hitting “send.” Thing is, this guy I’d actually been texting is a pretty big flirt, and I’m pretty sure I’m a moron and gave him the impression that I wanted him to take me out on a date. I should have known something was up, judging from the unusual level of enthusiasm in the responses I got. Anyway, once I realized my mistake, I think I said something along the lines of “Oh, of course,” and buried my face in my hands. I told my friend Brooke who happened to be with me, and she didn’t seem surprised at all.

You know, you’d think after all this time I’d be used to the ridiculous situations I have a tendency of getting myself into.

My solution to the problem is this: say nothing and lay low. Avoid, avoid, avoid. And hope that he’s forgetful.

Anyway, I’m in a good mood. I bought two books earlier: I Was Told There’d Be Cake: Essays by Sloane Crosley, and Bonk: The Curious Coupling of Science and Sex by Mary Roach. And I have a new project coming up for DDC, doing photography for some jewelry company. I’ve yet to sit down with my boss and work out the details, but I’m stoked. I’m down for extra cash and one more company to add to my resume. But before I do that I have to finish the Volcom Snow 09 catalog by Friday, I think. And next week we’re moving into our new office!

I feel like such an adult. It’s terrifying.

Failing at life,

Betty