Story of my life

Chapter 9

He had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen, and from

then on I was in somewhat of a stupor, which is

not unusual for me when faced with awkward

social situations (especially involving shockingly

attractive members of the opposite sex).

I said something along the lines of, "It's really nice

to meet you too! I've heard a lot of good things

about you, and I just love your Mom!"

Mrs. D mentioned then that Matthew was going

home to California the next morning but would be

back in a couple weeks. I replied saying maybe we

would see each other again when he returned, and

the conversation wrapped up.

But in typical Jenni fashion, I had to say at least

one ridiculous thing before going along my merry

way, so just as I turned around to walk back into

the diner, I decided to poke my head in the car one

more time and say, "oh, excuse me SIR? What did

you say your name was again? I already forgot!"

Yes, I called him SIR. And as soon as that word

flew off my tongue I was mortified with myself.

Why the !@#$ did I just call him "sir?" What an

idiot!