Toast tries to make things better and ends up making them a bit worse
As previously mentioned. I am a berk. This wasn’t just a one off thing. I continue to be a berk.
Why? Well let me show you. After I accidentally sent Dawn that text message I thought I’d send her an email today to see if I could save things. Here is the message I sent.
Sorry about the spazzy text on Saturday. When my afternoon plans changed I asked Biscuit (The balloon guy) if he was doing anything fun, he said he was having tea with his grandmother and said I was welcome to join him. I sent a silly text to him, or at least that was the plan.
Instead I sent it to you and thus one of the most cringe-worthy thing I’ve done in a while, or at least a week, happened.
I am a massive spaz at the best of times, it’s a wonder I’ve managed to live this long.
I would still like to take you out for a drink but If you feel I’m too much of an imbecile to seen in public with I will of course understand. Which sadly does mean you’ll never get to see the greatest cowboy boots in the world*.
*They have caused a slightly specialised style revival as seen in the <REMOVED> section of <REMOVED> out <REMOVED>.
Not bad Toast, you might think. It’s silly, light and engaging. What could possibly go wrong?
Well what if Toast called her Dawn instead of her real-life name. That would be quite bad wouldn’t it?
That’s what I did.
What a massive spazzer.
(She hasn’t replied)
She has replied.
You are a massive douche. But hiliarious and brilliant entertainment. I will give the cowboy boots a miss as have a lot on at the moment but thank you for the explanation and hope you have a nice week and you get everyones name right x
A brush off, but a lovely one none the less. I can’t say I entirely blame her though.