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TIFU By Downloading the Fantasy Football App "Sleeper" on my Phone

For context, for those who don't know Sleeper is a fantasy football platform. I've run a fantasy football league with my high school and college best friends for 15+ years, and that's how we all stay connected. My wife is very well aware of this and totally okay with it.

This morning, I woke up to my wife angry with me, and crying profusely. She's a sweet little fawn and seldom gets upset at anything, so I was extremely confused and alarmed at her behavior and asked what was wrong.

She said "I Saw the App and the messages, I know you're cheating on me!" I was so confused.

She went on this whole tirade about how she's noticed I've been getting lots of notifications on my phone over the past few days in the mornings and thought I was being secretive. She looked at my phone this morning, and saw a message on an app called "Sleeper" from someone named "Riley" and the message read "God, you're so sexy, (my name) I love you".

Riley is a burly 6'4" happily married man with two kids and lives 4 states away. He is one of my childhood best friends and was at our wedding. She's met him. He was being facetious and responding to a picture I sent in our league chat of my wife and I with one of his favorite country artists this weekend when we ran into him. Our draft is tomorrow night, and I've been messaging the guys to get everything set up and she knows this. In her defense, Riley goes by a nickname, so she probably didn't realize or remember that was his actual name.

Apparently, what happened: she saw the "Sleeper" notification last night jumped in her little friend group chat, and one of her particular friends is a bit of a... shit-stirrer...to put it nicely. She messaged back and said " oh shit known hookup app and might be for gay guys". Grindr, not Sleeper. Different app.

To be fair, Sleeper does kind of sound like a hookup app, and the logo is just kind of an ambiguous face and not *that* different from Grindr. But you could've just, you know, looked in the app store to see it's a football app. Or, I don't know... ask me what it is?

My wife realized the mistake and the poor thing has been embarrassed all morning. I'm not upset with her and If I was in her position I would've felt the same way and I forgave her and hope it's a lesson where we can always remember to communicate with each other, as we've always done that so well.

But here's where it's gotten dicey as a result this morning:

Apparently, some of the other girls in the chat were like "oh shit! I've seen my husband on there too!!" so now all of these women are checking their man's phones like a witch hunt and confronting them. It was kind of funny to see them all come back to the group and be like "ohhhh. oops." Except for one.

One girl checked the phone and the app Grindr was, in fact, on her fiance's phone. He had a Samsung, so he changed the app photo to look like a calculator but not the name of the app. So now, there's drama going on with that and apparently this girl is coming to stay in our home the rest of this week while he moves out.

All because of a silly fantasy football app that my wife thought was a hookup app.

TLDR: Wife thought I was cheating on her and messaging people through a hookup app called Sleeper, which is a fantasy football app after being convinced by one of her friends and seeing a funny message from one of my long-time friends who has a gender-neutral name. As a result, one of her friends' fiances got ousted for being on the app Grindr because all of these girls thought their significant others were cheating on them and this girl will be living in our guest room the next few days.

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