I’d be the last person on Earth
OK, so here’s the deal. Those who know me know that I would be the absolute last person on Earth to do anything to jeapordize my marriage. I know how precious a good marriage is, and I am so blessed to have one.
So the thing with the Italian man, I should clarify. The man was like SEVENTY, and sitting in business class. I’m new to this whole traveling w/ other business people thing, so I don’t know when it is that you’re supposed to actually make contacts and give out the business card. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing by totally pretending to not have my cards on me (which I did), I misspelled my name on purpose, and I tried (through the wine haze) to give the wrong number.
I hate when I start to feel guilty about something, especially when I didn’t have bad intentions.
So DH, if you ever figure out how to check my blog, I’m so sorry for being that stupid.
I hesitate to even post this because it makes it a bigger deal than it is, but sometimes it just feels better to get it out there.
