Mouth Shut Part I
For a little over a week now, I’ve been battling with the humbling realization that I should really learn when to keep my mouth shut. I went on a date with an acquaintance that happened to be introduced to me at a happy hour a few weeks back. We had a good time, enjoyed conversation, end of story… until new guy asked his friend for my contact information. The date went well. That is, until he inquired about his friend (a previous albeit short-lived pursuer of mine) and proceeded to pry information out of me about him – what I thought of him, how the dates went, why they didn’t work, etc.
Okay, I’m a pretty honest person. However, I’d like to consider myself to be a nice person who usually, knows when to shut it…unless of course, I feel a little passionate about something and/or have had a glass a wine. Put the two together and it’s a lethal combination. Anyway, I was well into my chardonnay when I started spewing about how I didn’t like when this particular individual would talk at length about how his extended family’s estate inland of Del Mar is worth five million dollars plus and that’s just a “drop in the bucket� of their assets, money, wealth… you get the idea. I kid you not. The phrase “drop in the bucket� –I think at one point he even specified the bucket to be at least five gallons – was repeated at least three times. What is a girl to do? Be impressed? Or insulted?
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