Todd had been in my life long enough for my sisters to be all a buzz about the new man I was dating. It was my niece’s birthday, and we were on our way over to my sister’s house for cake and ice cream. In the span of the four blocks to my sister’s house I rehearsed the introduction in my head. So when she greeted us at the door I gave her a big, “Hi, this is Jim.” After which she corrected me and said, “Good one, way to go, I think you mean Todd.” Like older siblings do, I gave her an opening and she ran with it until the minute we left.
There have been countless other times I have said Jim’s name when I meant Todd’s. It is embarrassing every time, but it happens. And when it does, just acknowledge you’re a nut case and move on. Then try never to do it again.
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Tomi Tuel, Author of 101 Things I Learned After My Divorce
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