The Onosecond
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
Wired magazine once defined the 'onosecond' as the time between hitting 'send' and realising that you really didn't mean to send that to your granny.
What inappropriate email/text/photo have you sent to wrong people? Are they speaking to you any more?
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 10:15)
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Christmas about 4 years ago
New phone, and a new number, not many people had my number so the following, while drunk would not be unexpected.
I met a lady, on the wrong side of 'ugly' a few week before christmas, who at the time preceeded to give me a hand shandy under her coat in the club. Thats how classy she was...
Any who's, i spend a week chatting to her, etc, and on christmas eve, on our annual pub crawl round our local village (9 pubs) I recall the tale to a crowded table of mates. Few pubs later someone asks for my phone to get my new number. Me, after a few pints of stella, decide thats a good idea. Get phone back, and as we leave for next pub i recieve a text along the lines of
" Really, cos i really like you too"
from the young lady in question. I think this is strange but in my enibriated state i think nothing more.
Next pub, somebody else asks for my number, and upon recieveing said phone back recieve another message along the lines of
"are you serious?"
I ask what the blazes shes going on about, to find out that my 'friends' had declared my undying love to her, and had proposed.
After explaining, the following reply made me shudder
" Your friends are fucked up, but if you were proposing, I would have said yes"
Never spoke to her again, and still don't trust my friends...
Apologies for length, but I'll ease it in gently.
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 17:01, Reply)
New phone, and a new number, not many people had my number so the following, while drunk would not be unexpected.
I met a lady, on the wrong side of 'ugly' a few week before christmas, who at the time preceeded to give me a hand shandy under her coat in the club. Thats how classy she was...
Any who's, i spend a week chatting to her, etc, and on christmas eve, on our annual pub crawl round our local village (9 pubs) I recall the tale to a crowded table of mates. Few pubs later someone asks for my phone to get my new number. Me, after a few pints of stella, decide thats a good idea. Get phone back, and as we leave for next pub i recieve a text along the lines of
" Really, cos i really like you too"
from the young lady in question. I think this is strange but in my enibriated state i think nothing more.
Next pub, somebody else asks for my number, and upon recieveing said phone back recieve another message along the lines of
"are you serious?"
I ask what the blazes shes going on about, to find out that my 'friends' had declared my undying love to her, and had proposed.
After explaining, the following reply made me shudder
" Your friends are fucked up, but if you were proposing, I would have said yes"
Never spoke to her again, and still don't trust my friends...
Apologies for length, but I'll ease it in gently.
( , Thu 26 May 2005, 17:01, Reply)
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