In my late teens at uni, I was madly in love with this guy I knew from back home, and always seem to text him on nights out when I'd been drinking. One night I sent the most mortifying creepy message, which not surprisngly killed any friendship we had dead in the water.
That was nearly 10 years ago now, and even though we're both married (not to each other, obviously) I still get a hot flush of shame whenever I think about it. On the plus side, I have never sent anything quite do bad since.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who still breaks out in a cold sweat when remembering messages they sent in their (alcohol-fuelled) youth? Does the shame ever go away?