ladyvictoria : Oh no, that is mortifying 😹
I wrote most embarrassing moment on here a few years ago. It’s still the most embarrassing thing that has happened to me so I’ve just pasted it from another thread.
FI(then BF) used to have a roommate who we’ll call Megan. Megan and I really hit it off when we met. It wasn’t the ideal situation but… was what it was.
I bought my FI(then BF) an iPhone for his birthday that year. And his phone had a habit of pocket dialing the last person he spoke to. Since we spoke on the phone all the time, the person it called was often me.
Christmas time rolls around and I beg Fiance to get a Christmas tree. Megan didn’t want to be bothered with getting a tree. However, when Fiance and I went to get the tree, Megan insisted she tag along since the apartment was half hers. We went looking for the tree and it was the Megan show. I was bummed because she didn’t even WANT the tree. She was just there because of the principle of the matter. But we end up getting the tree SHE wanted and picking the colors SHE liked. I was pissed… But I didn’t say anything because it wasn’t my place. It’s her house too. Gotta suck it up. I was irrationally irritated, not stupid enough to make a deal about it.
Christmas time came and went. This is the world’s longest story to tell so I’m really trying to condense it.
A few weeks later, my voicemail box was full so I decided to check my voicemails. I happen to be one of those super irritating people who never listen to their voice messages. So i was deleting most of them without even listening to the message. But whenever I heard a message from Fiance, I would stop and listen. Â One of the messages was odd. It was clearly a pocket dial. I was just about to press the delete button when I heard it. Megan’s voice. I immediately recognize her overly flirtatious twang.
In an instant I was on edge and listening to every word. Call me jealous. Whatever. I couldn’t hear much but this is pretty much what I could make out:
(Megan and Fiance giggling. Keys rustling. Sounds like they just entered the apartment)
Megan: “I hate that tree”
Fiance: “Me too”
(More rustling. Then you hear the squeezing sound people make when giving someone else a big hug)
(more giggling like some lovesick schoolchildren)
Megan: “Let’s go to the bedroom!”
(Now we hear sounds of more giggling and what I guess are walking sounds. I assume they reach the bedroom.)
Fiance: “Who said you could lay on my bed?”
Megan: “I did.”
Fiance: “Good idea!”
(The next few seconds were hard to understand. At some point her cat enters the room and I assume the cat starts rubbing on Megan or wanting attention by what happens next. Let’s call the cat Coco)
Fiance: “Coco, stop flirting with my girlfriend! You can’t have her, she’s mine!”
(At this point they proceed to do more talking that I can’t quite make out. I can just hear a few words and
her annoying laugh. She seriously has the most annoying voice in the world)
End of call.
I am heartbroken. And livid. I could not believe he would do that to me. I call him up immediately and scream “Have you ever in life called Megan your girlfriend?!!!!!!” He says no. I hang up. I listen to the message over and over and over. I listen to it with my left ear. I listen to it with my right ear. I listen to it on speaker. I listen to it at high volume. I listen to it at low volume. They all confirm the same thing. Fiance sucks.
I try and see if there is any way I could be overreacting. No… She was on his BED. She was clearly coming on to him. And he LET her. I was sick to my stomach over it. I wouldn’t let myself cry. He wasn’t worth it. I wanted to punch him and throw him in traffic and ask him WHY all at the same time.
I called him to end it.
He told me what all guys say. He didn’t know what I was talking about. I was paranoid. He loved me. He’d never hurt me.
I told him I had proof. I told him that I knew Megan was on his bed. I knew he flirted with her. I knew he called her his girlfriend. I told him he pocket dialed me and I had it all on tape. He said that if he could listen to the message he could explain it. Of course he could. Typical. I told him that what hurt the most was that I thought he was at least man enough to own up to it.
I hung up on him again. And then I got pissed. My Fiance is a very busy man and some weeks WE barely have time to see each other. When did he have time to have romantic interludes with this girl??! I listened to the time on the message. 1:50 pm. Where the eff was I at 1:50 this day??! I check my texts to see what excuse he gave me as to where he was at this time. I only had 2 texts from him that day. One at 12:33 pm and another at 11:58 pm. Wtf? He’s with this girl all day and only texts me TWICE? I begin to read the messages. The 12:33 message reads “I’m outside” and the 11:58 message reads “Goodnight”. Wait… What? It almost sounds like we were together that day! But that can’t be! Â I begin to think REALLY hard about it. I worked from 6 am to noon on the day in question. Fiance picked me up from work on the day in question. I think even harder. Megan was on a cruise to the Bahamas on the day in question. Which means…. Oh sh*t.
The girl with the annoying voice was me. 🙁
He pocket dialed me WHILE he was with me.
I was the one who hated the Christmas tree.
I was the one giggling like a school girl.
And I was the one who had to make the worlds most embarrassing call explaining the whole situation to Fiance. 🙁
He’s so great. He laughed and said he knew it would work itself out because nothing like that had ever happened. He was annoyed by it but really was good natured. However, to this day he still jokes about the day he cheated on me with… me. Lol.