People should not be allowed to drunken dial on their birthday!...or ever! It may be fun when you are doing it, but it is not fun for the recipient, especially if they are not equally intoxicated. It is mighty stressful! The other day my friend, we’ll affectionately call him The Idiot Drunken Dialer aka TIDD, decides to call me at around 3am after a night out celebrating his arrival on planet Earth. The first five minutes of the conversation are much like most of our conversations, but suddenly he throws in a “What would you say if I asked you to be my girlfriend right now?”
Excuse me? Where is all this coming from?! TIDD reassuringly tells me to go ahead and be honest, because he can take it. On my part, I know the answer, but hesitate to give it on the night of his birthday in case it becomes a bad memory for birthdays to come! I am highly stressed. “What brought this on?” I ask. TIDD says he has always felt it, but has never really known how to approach me…apparently half a dozen glass mugs of bubbly, amber liquid did the trick! But for those of you who might be planning on approaching me or most gals, let me tell you, in this situation, THE BEER IS NOT YOUR FRIEND! THE BEER GIVES YOU FALSE ENCOURAGEMENT! THE BEER IS OUT TO MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE A FOOL! If you can’t remember anything else, try your hardest to remember this fact before you scroll down your contact list and make that call!
TIDD challenges me, “Go ahead and tell me I’m like a brother to you,” and then he proceeds to map out the journey of our friendship and all the corners and turns and forks that meant more to him than I ever imagined, including various indicators to show that we were meant to be. I make a mental note never to answer calls at 3am again, take a deep breath and begin my spiel.
I tell TIDD that I love our friendship the way it is and that I wouldn’t like to change it at the risk of messing it up. I tell him too, that my heart is really not available right now, because I am focusing on me, and I choose my words carefully to make sure he understands that it is not him, but it’s me, and I love him so much as a friend!
And the phone is silent.
And I say his name…
TIDD?
…there is no answer.
TIDD is this a joke?
…still no answer.
I hang up the phone and call back…
…straight to his voice mail.
The next day I ask him what happened. His response: “Oh, the sleeping pill I had taken, must have kicked in and I fell asleep.”
And we never talk about it again.
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2 comments:
Drunk dialing is very inconsiderate and unthoughtful. If you can't say it sober don't say it drunk.
And then to not confront the issue and talk about it the next day just says so much about the need to not drink and dial in the first place
To be honest, I was pretty upset with him that night, for putting me in that position, but in the morning when I realized he would rather pretend it never happened - I figured I had gotten off easy. I really don't think I would have preferred a long drawn out discussion about what I already knew. I do respect that his feelings may be genuine though, and for that reason I won't bring it up either.
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