Today’s blog challenge is just that–a challenge. I am supposed to write about one of my embarrassing moments. Well, I’ve just never had one, ya’ll, she demurred in a Southern drawl.
It’s hard to pick just one, but here goes.
This one takes place my last year of high school. My boyfriend and I had just broken up and I was devastated. There was a dance one weekend and my ex-boyfriend was playing in the band. Another fellow asked me to go and I said yes.
Before I continue, I must describe the clothing of that time–no, it was NOT a Tudor dress. Mini-skirts were the norm and when I say mini-I mean MINI. My dress came nowhere near my knees. The boy I was with was over 6 feet tall. A slow dance played. Back then, girls put their arms up around the boy’s neck to show special affection. I took a glance at my ex, then wrapped my arms around the tall fellow.
You can imagine what happened to my mini-skirt when I did that. I noticed my ex was singing soulfully but staring right at me. I knew I’d win him back. I looked at him and smiled.
Then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. One of my best friends whispered, “Your whole butt is showing!”
I quickly lowered my arms to discover I had mooned the entire crowd. You can imagine how I felt.
I never did get back with my ex.