Why I learned not to text while in the DJ-booth

This is my little story of why a learned not to text while I was working in the DJ-booth, more specifically it is about learning the dangers of drunk texting. I work part time at a night club as a DJ and needless to say there I usually end up drinking quite a bit during my shift. Normally I stay under control and don't drink too much but one night a couple of weeks ago I got really drunk while I was working, things did not go well.

The problem started because I had a fight with my girlfriend earlier that day so I was in a bad mood when I got to work. This led to my drinking more than I should have and ultimately to a round of drunk texting. When you work as a DJ in a night club you meet a lot of girls usually I don't pay too much attention to them but after the fight with my girlfriend I asked a couple of girls that I met that night for their numbers and as I got drunker and drunker I started texting them.

Unfortunately the texts that I sent them were not exactly the kind of messages that you send to a girl you have just met. They were pretty graphic descriptions of what I wanted to them. This in itself should have been no big deal; they ignored the drunk texts and never got back to me. I'm sure that they shared the messages with their friends and they all got a big laugh out of it but who cares it's not like I was going to see them ever again. Unfortunately things then got a lot a worse, I texted my girlfriend.

Not getting a response from the girls that I had met that night a texted my girlfriend for a booty call, she was still pretty mad from the fight and sent me a message saying no she wouldn't be coming over. That was when I texted her and told her about the other girls I had been texting. I basically told her that if she didn't come over one of the other girls would, needless to say this didn't get my girlfriend over to my place. Instead she sent me a message saying that I should go ahead and have the other girls over since we were done.

Now at this point I could have salvaged a little bit of dignity and just let it go and wait until I had sobered up and called her. Instead I sent her a whole series of drink texts, like one every thirty seconds begging here to take me back. I told her I had been lying about everything, that there were no other girls, just generally begging. All this succeeded in doing was taking away my last shred of dignity and leaving me completely embarrassed. The only positive is that I now know better than to text while in the DJ booth.