This week we bring you a special edition of #NoFilterFriday, from my drunken celebratory fingers, to your sober eyes.

I’ve done it, you’ve done it, the guy next to you has done it, and so has the gorgeous girl (or guy) in class that you’ve been staring at for the last two hours.  No it’s not Tinder, it’s The Drunk Power Text…..or at least, for your sake, I hope it was a drunk decision.

It’s getting late and the worst part of the night is nearing, the lights. Shortly after realizing this, it begins: the race, the 2am scramble, your last chance at finding “love”.  When dignity goes out the window and you throw it all on the line for a shot at love, or at least 15 minutes of love…or in my case, 30 seconds. Becuase hey, you’ve just told yourself that it’s now or never, and besides, if you come out looking like an idiot, chances are you’ll never see them again. Till you go out next weekend and realize your city is WAY too small, and they’re staring back at you like they’ve just seen a ghost, dressed like the drunk idiot they met last weekend.

Here we have the Tom Petty of texters, Mr. “Wont Back Down” himself.  Sadly, this one wasn’t me, but his odds seem to be increasing with each unanswered message.  All topped off with a real nice paragraph to establish just how likely it is, that he is not getting laid tonight.

Ladies and gentlemen, despite how STUPIDLY well aware we are that the double text, triple text, or in this poor guys case, sextuple text (yes, I Googled that), doesn’t work, every drunken once in a while it happens.  And if I wasn’t here to make light of it, we would all wake up tomorrow morning, look at our phones, and proceed to delete the embarrassing reminder that we were in fact THAT guy last night.

Exhibit Me

Either I have a serious memory issue that needs to be addressed,  or I just missed out on another shot at love.

If you’re reading this, I’m sure we had a lovely time together, and it was great meeting you!