I Ruined My Office Crush with One Drunk Text

We all have our weaknesses mine just happened to be six feet tall, smart, and annoyingly charming. His name was Arjun. You know the type: always calm in meetings, cracks the right joke at the right time, and somehow makes carrying a laptop look attractive. Yeah, that kind of guy.

For six whole months, I crushed on him like a high school teenager. I memorized his coffee order (black, no sugar), strategically timed my lunch breaks just to “accidentally” bump into him, and analyzed every “good morning” for hidden romantic meaning. I built a romantic drama in my head starring the two of us—only he didn’t know he had the lead role.

I wasn’t delusional okay, maybe just a little. But when you spend 40+ hours a week in the same office space, sharing inside jokes over client frustrations and weekend updates, it’s easy to blur the line between friendly and flirty.

And then came that night.

The Office Party That Changed Everything

It was a Friday. The quarterly celebration bash. Loud music, loud laughter, and louder drinks. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go. But when I saw his name on the guest list, my RSVP changed to “Yes” in 0.3 seconds.

I told myself I’d keep it chill. Be cool. Stay casual. But casual flew out the window after two tequila shots and a vodka mixer. Suddenly, I felt bold. Confident. Like a rom-com heroine before the final scene. I danced. I laughed. I flirted—just a little. But I never said anything serious. I thought, “Maybe next time.”

Spoiler alert: there was no next time. Because my drunk self decided later that night was the perfect moment to shoot my shot.

The Text I Can’t Take Back

Back home, buzzed and barely balancing my phone, I did what I promised my friends I wouldn’t: I texted him.

“Hey... just wanted to say I think you’re really cute. Like, office crush-level cute. Hope this isn’t weird lol.”

That “lol” was me trying to act chill, like I hadn’t just dropped a confession bomb into his inbox.

And then I did what any drunk, impulsive person would do—I passed out.

The Morning After Dread Hit Like a Truck

I woke up to sunlight stabbing my eyes and a notification badge mocking me on WhatsApp. My heart started racing before I even opened it.

There it was. A reply. Short. Sweet. Professional.

“Hey, appreciate the honesty. But I think it’s best we keep things professional 😊”

Oof. That smiley emoji? It felt like a knife wrapped in politeness.

He wasn’t mean. He didn’t laugh. He didn’t make it awkward. But everything changed after that.

The Fallout

Monday at work felt like walking on eggshells in heels. No more friendly nods in the corridor. No more small talk during coffee breaks. He was polite, sure, but distant like a wall had gone up overnight.

I couldn’t blame him. I’d dropped a personal truth on him out of nowhere, after a party, via a message that probably looked more like a dare than a declaration.

I felt embarrassed. Ashamed. And worst of all, I lost that easy friendship we had.

What hurt more was realizing I hadn’t just confessed I had cornered him into responding to a situation he didn’t ask for. And in the workplace, that’s a tightrope no one wants to walk.

Why I’m Sharing This

Because chances are, if you’ve read this far, you’ve either:

• Sent a risky text and regretted it.
• Thought about confessing something under the influence.
• Wondered if you should blur the lines between professional and personal.

Here’s my honest take: owning your feelings isn’t wrong. But how and when you express them? That makes all the difference.

In hindsight, maybe if I had gotten to know him outside work. Maybe if we had a closer personal bond. Maybe if I had just been sober. Things would’ve played out differently.

But we don’t live in “maybes.” We live in real moments and real consequences. And my real moment was a text I couldn’t unsend.

What I Learned (the Hard Way)

Work crushes are normal. We’re human, and sometimes attraction happens in unexpected places. It doesn’t make you unprofessional—it makes you real.

There’s a time and place for everything. Friday night after drinks? Probably not the best time to drop emotional truths.

Rejection doesn’t define you. It stings, but it passes. And honestly, it taught me a lot more about emotional responsibility than I ever expected.

Embarrassing moments can be freeing. Once I got over the shame, I realized: Hey, I was brave enough to say what I felt. That counts for something.

To Anyone Thinking of Sending That Text Tonight...

Sleep on it.

Write it in Notes first. Read it in the morning. And if you still feel the same, and the situation is right go for it. But if you’re acting on impulse, alcohol, or loneliness... trust me, your future self might not thank you.

And if you have already sent that text and you’re currently drowning in cringe breathe. You’re not alone. We all have “oops” chapters in our story.

This was mine. And now, it's out there.

So what’s your confession?