The damage is already done...

“It’s only bad if you get caught.”

Today I figured out why I am always the last to know...

I have a big mouth. I can’t keep a secret to save my life. Not one of my best qualities unfortunately. If I was being interrogated, somebody’s going to jail.

So a guy friend of mine confessed his fantasy love for a local artist during a live venue a few weeks back. After the show, I managed to get a picture of them together, even though he was (shy) reluctant. He got mad at me for introducing them, but disappeared and I caught him later, bragging about the picture to some of our other friends. Calling miss fantasy artist his, “future wifey.”

So, fast forward a couple weeks later and I go to this launch party in the city for my girl’s fashion show. In the show modeling some of the clothes is none other than miss fantasy artist herself! After the show she is by herself backstage, so I go up to her and open my big mouth.

(Ms P is not a matchmaker, matchmaker I am not). I ask her if she remembers me. She does! (Yay I knew I was unforgettable).

So anyway, I remind her about my boy. And what do you know she’s single, thinks he’s cute and even better, is interested. If I asked for her number she might of thought it was a ploy for me to get down her pants. So instead I told her I would forward her his MySpace. Which I did, but here is where I f*ck up.

That last move should have been it on my part. I should have let the cards fall and peaced the f*ck out. But oh no! I sent him a msg saying that “I know you are going to love me and hate me all at the same time,” which he responded by saying, “what did you do, because if it has anything to do with fantasy artist, I’m pissed!” (Still shy).

Sometimes I feel like Steve Urkel from “Family Matters. Always f*cking sh*t up.

“Did I do that?” Yes you did!

(Just my luck they will probably both read this blog and plot to have me destroyed). Oh well, it’s the thought that counts. Hopefully we can all laugh about this later. We’ll see what happens…