Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my Poker Face....

So. I don't have a good poker face apparently. I was talking to our upstairs neighbor, Jim, I had given him cornflake bars and he was telling me how much he liked them, and we were talking about France, and I said my parents were from Hannibal, and he was like "oh yeah, I have a nephew in Hannibal", and I was like "really, who?" and he's like "Paul McCarthy" and I just went speechless, I didn't know what to say, I expected him to say a name I either A) didn't know or B) was familiar with, but not friends with, and certainly not in the context I knew Paul.

I musta had a look cuz he is like "oh, yeah, ya know him. Reeeeaaally." uhm. "Yes, I know him." (i'm 3 shades of red by now, and I can't help it) haha. He's like "reeeaaaallly. I'll keep that one under my hat." haha. i was like "Vin knows about my sordid past, it's ok." haha. He asked who else I knew and I told him I had dated Matt and Dustin, and he knew Ryan (RIP) also. and he's like "Dustin, really, you dated him? reaaallly" After that conversation, it was a little awkward and he's like "reaaalllyyy. small world" like he can't get over the fact that I 'knew' his nephew and dated his nephew's friends. Whom, are not the most upstanding citizens, on top of it all. I musta been like 3 shades of red the entire conversation, and I am having trouble grasping words, and he's just looking at me with like this incredulous look. haha. so i was like "ok. I need to get back to cleaning", and he still has the incredulous look on his face. ha. I need to work on my poker face. seriously.

ok. seriously, back to cleaning. altho now I can't stop thinking about the fact that my neighbor is related to Paul and knows all his friends and that is all i'm going to think about whenever I see him--the fact that he is prolly thinking about the fact that I slept with his nephew and his friends. ack. He's a good guy, tho and not creepy, so it could be worse. haha.