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Your Worst Nightmare: Texting the Wrong Person

by Siri Freeh


I wasn't born on Friday the 13th. I do not own a black cat. I've never broken a mirror. And I haven't even seen a ladder in 3 years.

Yet, somehow I manage to get myself in the stupidest, UNLUCKIEST situations. And a Monday after a relaxing 4th of July weekend was no exception.

It's a classic situation, which I am sure most of us have experienced. Texting the wrong person. But I upped my game. It was a text about him. Mm. Still not enough . The recipient in error:

The guy I STILL have a thing for.

My reaction: