Mister Inappropriate

Ed and I went on a Danube River Cruise several years ago.  The day before the cruise started we met three other couples at the hotel suggested by the cruise line.  We immediately bonded and the eight of us socialized and stuck together for the next week.  At the end of the week, the most creative couple had come up with awards to give each of us at our farewell dinner.  The awards Ed and I were presented were at the opposite ends of the spectrum.  Ed was given the prize for Mister Congeniality because everyone thought he was the nicest.  I was given the prize for Mister Inappropriate.  One of our new friends likened me to a person running toward a cliff. While most people would stop before getting to the cliff, I would dive over the cliff still talking.