The Autocorrect Disaster

📱 The Story

Maya typed out her confession late at night: “You’re my soulmate. I can’t imagine life without you.”

She hit send. But autocorrect had other plans.

Her crush received: “You’re my soup mate. I can’t imagine lunch without you.”

The Fallout

  • Her crush replied: “I do love soup… but what are you trying to say?”

  • Maya had to explain, but the nickname “Soup Mate” stuck forever.

  • Their first date? At a ramen bar.

Moral of the Story

Autocorrect may ruin your words, but sometimes it creates new love languages.

If you enjoyed this autocorrect disaster, don’t miss The Wrong Zoom Window — where a private confession goes public.

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