F-Bombs And First Impressions

September 27, 2011

I had less than 10 seconds to introduce myself. To say “Hi” and make an amazing first impression to one of the top wedding photographers in the US, to someone I admire and respect, and what do I go and do? I say “F*#k“. Aaaahhhh. Seriously. Kill me now cos I want to die. In our less than 10 second conversation I dropped the F-Bomb. Who does that? I’ll tell you who, ME! Horrible Irish girl with the mouth go sailor. I tried my best to bury it with a lot of random gibberish and nonsense speak, but it was too late. The bomb had already exploded and the best thing for me to do was evacuate the area. Evacuate the area and cringe for the rest of the day each and every time I had a conversation flashback. Aarrgghh!

Don’t ask me why I’m including a photo of an Irish phone box in this post. I took it when I went back to visit my family in June and thought it was time to share it. Random

2 Responses to “F-Bombs And First Impressions”

  1. Jasmine says:

    It was nice meeting you, Karen! ;)

  2. Now I’m dying again.

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