VOICEMAIL FAIL
Today’s contributor learns a lesson on the hazards of butt-dialing I was out with my girlfriends at a bar, and the guy I had been hooking up with was there as well. After some dancing and a lot of drinks, we sat down at the bar and started having a very NSFW conversation, followed by a hot makeout session. It got late and I was tired, so we went our separate ways after making plans for the next day. The next morning, I woke up to my phone ringing. It was my dad—about to give me some highly disturbing news. Apparently, I had called him at one in the morning and left him a voicemail. My heart immediately started pounding because I knew the call wasn’t intentional. He then proceeded to play the voicemail from his phone on speaker. My heart nearly stopped in my chest when I heard my own voice, loud and clear, saying, “I want you to f*ck me like you did last week in the shower.” This poetic declaration was then followed by my guy talking about how great it was…in explicit detail. After a never-ending silence, I mumbled an apology and explained that I must’ve accidentally pocket-dialed him when I sat down with my phone in the back pocket. The next time I saw my dad, it was painfully awkward. I’m the baby of the family, and I used to be Daddy’s little girl. Ever since I faced the ultimate parental humiliation, I’ve used the keypad lock on my phone religiously.
