OMEFO

I made an interesting discovery tonight. The column Jules and I used to write for Meridian Magazine is suddenly back online. It was gone for quite sometime, but tonight while googling myself (yes, I admit I did it), I found we're back again. I got to reading through some of our old columns and got a good laugh out of us. But then I came across this one- OMEFO and I realized how incredibly pathetic I really am. Because, oh yes, I had a very bad outbreak of OMEFO just last week. (OMEFO stands for "open mouth, everything falls out")  I had been talking to a very cute and helpful boy, and suddenly started not only inventing new words, but I also twisted and inverted words in a whole new way. I don't know if he could tell or not. I was talking really fast and it is entirely possible that he didn't comprehend a word I said. I think it is okay though, because the next time I saw him, I winked at him from a fairly good (at least 15 ft) distance, and he blushed. So he must not think I am a complete idiot. Oh, and then I saw him again, and he gave me candy. And how can you not like a boy that gives you candy??
But here's the thing. I have to see him again this week at least once. And probably just the once (as compared to the last 3 weeks where I have run into him nearly daily). It's pretty much a guarantee that I'm going to say something stupid. I can feel it coming. Is there anyway to train myself in advance to not say something stupid when I can't control the situation if and when I see him?
Did I mention he's cute?