So Which Was Worse?
embarrassing December 12th, 2008I generally try to avoid showing my underpants and boobs to others in public, but I’ve done both when I was 12. Gather ’round kiddies. I’m going to see if I can make you cry.
First up, the crotch: Gymnastics class, YWCA.
I took an introductory gymnastics class at the Y the summer of 1977, and quite enjoyed it until my panty-revealing experience. Let’s begin.
Know that my gymnastics instructor was drop dead gorgeous. He was dreamy and delicious and just about the best thing that could happen to a 12-year-old girl who kept a diary with a tiny lock on it. Dear Diary, Please make Mr. McDreamy show us again how to do a handspring. Note to self: Keep sucking at it so you need extra help.
We were practicing backbends when it became apparent I was going to have problems. My one-piece leotard had snaps at the crotch. Three of them. At. The. Crotch. Why anyone wants metal buttons down there is anyone’s guess and I have no idea why I chose that one when I needed attire for my class.
As I bent over backwards, with Mr. McDreamy spotting me, all three snaps labored to stay connected — but didn’t. One! Two! Three! Helloooo, undies!
I do not recall the degree of horror I experienced. In fact, I think I blacked out for a while. I just know I never returned to class. Once you reveal your underthings in front of a man you wanted to marry someday and a gym full of laughing classmates, you can never go back.
Next, the boobs. Wait. Make that singular booby: Neighborhood swimming pool.
As I waded into the four foot section of the pool in my cute, hot pink bikini, I dunked my head under water and came up to find a young lad the age of eight or so staring at me. Blink. Blink. Mouth agape.
My first thought was “Hey, jerk. What are you looking at?”
My next thought was “Why is one of the strings to my bikini top floating on the water?”
Hellooooo, left booby!
Mortified, I dunked myself back in the water and retied my top, as the 8-year-old lad swam away yelling to all his friends “That girl over there just showed me her boob!”
I did no such thing, you perv. “And you can stop looking already!”
So kids, which was worse? Flashing my underpants at Mr. McDreamy or flashing my boob to a lucky young boy who’s probably never forgotten the experience?
You know what’s coming next. Let’s hear about your involuntary flashing experiences. The more mortifying, the better. Make me cry.
Extra points to any woman who’s had the misfortune of inadvertently tucking the back of her skirt into the waistband of her pantyhose after using the ladies room. I’ve seen it done and can’t believe it hasn’t happened to me. Yet.
Stumble it!
December 12th, 2008 at 8:34 pm
Oh, poor young Kathy. The underpants reveal was definitely worse. I remember wearing tops with those awful snaps. Were we really so worried about our shirts becoming untucked that we had to suffer such crotchal discomfort?
My “unveiling” occurred when I was 10. I’d had to stay overnight at the hospital due to a concussion I’d faked. My doctor asked me to get out of bed so he could look me over. He wasn’t counting on the fact that my pajama bottoms were untied and promptly fell to my feet.
Helloooo, naked bottom half! Making it more fun was the fact that my roommate’s entire family was there, including a handful of young men.
That’s my story. Do I still get to blog about it?
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December 12th, 2008 at 8:43 pm
Your boobs in front of an 8 year old is much worse because they will never ever forget that for like 2 years. Im so sorry about the flashing your underpants. I was had an experience like that I jumped off the high dive and my top flew off well almost so i pop up and my best friend said my top had gone up. Luckily no one saw it I think.
December 12th, 2008 at 8:43 pm
Yeah, I think the underpants would have been more painful too. I remember once as a young woman in my early twenties being out dancing one night and leaving the bathroom at the nightclub with a “tail” of toilet paper stuck in my pantyhose. My girlfriend yanked it out on the way to the dance floor! Not too many dance partners after that.
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December 12th, 2008 at 8:48 pm
So funny! and embarrassing as well. I bet that 8 year old still remembers seeing your Boob! Love your blog!!
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December 12th, 2008 at 8:52 pm
That’s bad. It’s too bad you never married Mr. McDreamy. But I still like Uncle Dave. He’s nice, even when he teases me. I’ve never really had an embarrassing moment like that. Not that I remember, anyway. Or maybe that means something like that will happen in the near future. But I already had gym in school so I couldn’t be embarrassed like that until next year.
December 12th, 2008 at 9:01 pm
it was a tough choice but number 1 got it..reminded me of my crush on my grade 9 English teacher Miss Stone..now that was embarrassing..:) and no I am not revealing it I still have mental scars.:)
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December 12th, 2008 at 9:02 pm
You always have to go with the lower half, in my opinion, even if you had on underwear. Boobs are a dime a dozen, or free to most people online.
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December 12th, 2008 at 9:53 pm
Unfortunately mine happened as an adult.
Now, I’ve always been a fairly modest sort, and having a child was about the most mortifying thing for me, until he started to come out, then I didn’t care.
Forward this to three years (about 6 ago now) and standing in the middle of Wal-Mart, recently divorced, and I looked nice. I had dinner, after all, with some girlfriends and I was bribing, I mean shopping, for my son to take him to my mother’s. We’re in line, and on a Saturday, most of the people in the long check out lines are single, and usually male and my son wants to be held.
Okay, no problem. Until I go to set him down and my button up blouse comes OFF with him, because he discovered how to unbutton things, and I didn’t know and was trying to juggle squirming toddler, find my wallet and keep the items in hand. Demi-cupped flame red bra and all were revealed. Even some nipples.
I casually slipped it back on and buttoned it, gathered about 8 phone numbers and told my son he was lucky I loved him or I would kill him.
So yeah, the top is much worse.
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December 12th, 2008 at 9:55 pm
I was going to say the flashing was probably worse, mostly because in today’s climate you could have been arrested for corrupting the morals of a minor child. But after thinking about it for about five seconds I decided on underpants. There’s probably nothing more humiliating to a 12 year old than someone seeing their underwear.
I’ve never had anything even close to that happen to me…unless you want to take into consideration the hormonally triggered results of erotic thoughts on a 14 year old boy who is suddenly called on to write something on a blackboard.
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December 12th, 2008 at 10:02 pm
Oh, I’m so sorry. Both of those situations are pretty mortifying, but I would have been more embarrassed about the cute gym teacher seeing my undies. I wouldn’t have cared as much about what a little kid thought about my boob.
I never had an accidental reveal, but I spent most of third grade trying to keep boys from seeing my underpants. My mom required me to wear dresses unless I had gym, and the boys in my class that year spent about 90% of our recess time trying to yank my dress over my head. I swear those boys knew more than I did about what kind of underpants I wore.
@JD: I would really, really like to hear more about the faked concussion.
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December 12th, 2008 at 10:10 pm
lol, i have to say hands down the panty-button snapp-foo would be the worse of the two, for myself. Now you can laugh at my childhood trauma as well =D
The budding age of 13. I was awkward. I was shy. And I was in love with Beau. He was the dreamy kid 3 years my senior who lived down the road from my aunt, and i spent every summer at her house for a good 14 years or so, so i saw him every summer at the pool and lake and just generally walking around the small town. I was in love. I was Mrs. Beau Something or other. It was bad. He had no idea, thank the gods, bc I never would have gone out in public if he had. ANYWAY. We were at the pool, all the kiddos from the area, and were all playing Marco-Polo. I was It. I’m wandering around “MARRRCOOOOOO”ing my little head off, and i hear someone right in front of me move. SOOO i dove under the water with my hands straight out in front of me, grabbing a hold of the first thing my left hand feels. I opened my eyes under water, and see much to my shock (Oh, and his too, i’m sure) I had tagged Beau. To be more precise, I got to third base with Beau w/o even a How-do-you-do. Rather than asking him to turn his head and cough, i quickly retracted my now traitorous hand, came up for air sputtering and stuttering “UmYourItI’veGottaGoNowByeeee” and shot out of that pool faster than a greased up 4 year old hopped up on fruit loops and pixie sticks. I think my face was red for a solid week. I was mortified. I also flashed my yet to look proportionate C-cup-on-a-13-year-old chest earlier that summer, but the crotch grab was by far the worst. I don’t think I swam much more that summer….
Are you crying (I.E. laughing your ass off) yet? =D
December 12th, 2008 at 10:20 pm
Senior year of high school, pre-prom, I was sunbathing with my top of my bathing suit undone. A good friend of mine, male, came over beaming about being accepted to college. I popped up and gave him a huge hug, except the top of my bathing suit didn’t keep up.
No, we never dated….
December 12th, 2008 at 10:38 pm
I have to vote for the snap crotch issue, too.
Probably the worst, though I haven’t really had that much (I’m not particularly modest and, if I was once, three kids would have killed it), but, back when I was young and untouched, I had a favorite peasant skirt that had a white petticoat with a red overskirt. I had a tiny waist back then and loved this skirt. What I didn’t realize, as the school bus came rumbling up, was how it dealt with strong winds.
Apparently, the blast of wind accompanying a bus caused it to basically blow over my head.
Thank God I graduated shortly thereafter and I left that town as quickly as possible.
And, JD, I hope you DO steal your comment for a blog
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December 12th, 2008 at 11:15 pm
lmao …
Sometimes I think we were separated at birth.
I think the pool flash is less traumatic because you made some young boy’s dream come true. And you’re right he probably still remembers it.
The snaps at the crotch – omg, I had those too! That’s way worse, haha.
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December 13th, 2008 at 12:43 am
When I was a kid I had bladder issues, so they wanted to do some tests. I didn’t realize it at the time but my mom told me years later that when the nurse came to get me my hospital gown swung open in the back and I walked down the corridor bearing my tush to all.
And the crotch snaps…definitely the worst!
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December 13th, 2008 at 2:31 am
You poor thing. That must have been a horrible :snicker: and terribly :snicker: embarrassing :snicker: :snicker: moment for you.
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December 13th, 2008 at 4:41 am
Hahaha! I bet that eight year old was the most popular kid in the playground for weeks, as he recounted his tale of sudden joy to his peers! No doubt with a little more embellishment each time – by the third day, he probably had you inviting him back up to your room. LOL!
As for Mr McDreamy, surely you could have devised no better way to make sure he noticed you!
Me? When I was about 12, I was still wearing one of those all-in-one ruched swimsuits, apparently made entirely of elastic. On that fateful family beach holiday, a strap broke while I was in the sea, with similar results to yours … except everything twanged so far apart that I couldn’t even reach the strap and I had to run back to Mum covering myself as best I could.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. What did she do? She fixed it back together with a safety pin and sent me away again!!!
I had to endure the rest of the day at the beach with my swimsuit straining against a SAFETY PIN, and yes, it did keep coming undone, and yes, we’d brought a picnic. We were there till the sun went down.
Crying yet? I was.
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December 13th, 2008 at 4:48 am
I took dance for eight years and gymnastics for a few more after that. While I don’t recall flashing underwear or body parts that should remain covered, I did manage to break my arm quite spectacularly while jumping the pommel horse. Does that count?
For extra points, the day I got my cast off my aunt took me to the beach, where I fell about 18 feet off the beach wall while walking past some teenaged hotties. I only managed to sprain my ankle on that one! I got the same doctor in the emergency room that had only hours earlier taken off my cast. Yup. That’s when they figured it was time to send me for an eye exam.
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December 13th, 2008 at 6:09 am
I remember those leotards with the snaps. They did make bathroom visits easier. I think that would be more traumatizing.
I had a similar experience. I was in high school so was probably about 16. I was wearing a skirt with a wide patent leather belt (it was the 80′s, everyone dressed funny). The skirt closed with a hook and somehow the hook came undone. One side of the top of the skirt folded down in the front while the rest remained in place under the belt. This revealed my underpants and I didn’t realize it. I walked down the hall past a large portion of the school during class change until I noticed that I was flashing everyone.
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December 13th, 2008 at 6:17 am
I think showing your underpants is worse. Unless you had on real cute panties. Then it’s okay. I’m glad I do not know how to wear panties, so nobuddy can see mine. I did wear a coconut bra once. It was not comfortable.
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December 13th, 2008 at 7:01 am
I had the opportunity to actually do the skirt-in-the-waistband. I, in a very good mood for being in the fifth grade, went to the girls room and did my buisness. Departed and joined the others in the food line in the feeding quarters, and chatted along with my peers. After a while one of my closer friends showed up and “Hey.. you have your skirt in your waistband..”
“Omgwtf! *turns to the others* WHY haven’t you said anything?”
“.. We thought it was funny..”
So I spent like… several long minutes standing there in front of half of the students grades 3-5, with my ass for all to see. Thanks to my kind classmates for that one. Really appreciate it.
Regarding what’s worse, I have to say underwear. Things like that when you’re 12 can damage you forever!
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December 13th, 2008 at 8:19 am
Um, make that *baring*
That’s what I get for commenting when I should be sleeping!
December 13th, 2008 at 8:29 am
EVERYONE: And this is why I love you guys so much! Nothing like a giant belly laugh at 7 in the morning to start my day off right!
JD at I Do Things — “Crotchal discomfort.” That’s a keeper. Now. Not only is it OK for you to post about your pants-dropping nightmare, it’s incumbent upon you to do so. {runs off to check Junk Drawer manual. Yes, yes. Here it is…. Any comment left in the Junk Drawer that mentions faking a concussion cannot be left without a follow-up post on the commenter’s home blog. All details must be divulged.}
brooke — It seems most people here think revealing underpants is worse, but I think I was more embarrassed to show a boob. I’m with you! Oh, and you think no one saw you.
DJ — Awesome! If it hadn’t been white, you could have suggested it was some kind of colorful streamer accessory. Way to go!
Karen W — I bet he remembers, too. Stuff like that doesn’t happen every day. Memories like that get etched. And thanks! Good to have you on board.
Kathy (Regan) — I wonder what ever happened to Mr. McDreamy. And I hate to tell you. Something like this will happen to you. It’s required to make it through kiddom.
robert bourne — You’re not alone. Who here hasn’t had a crush on a teacher? The question is were you so distracted you couldn’t pay attention? Ah, young love. So painful and soul-crushing.
unfinishedrambler — I hadn’t considered that. But, see. There was no Internet back in ’77. If you got a boob shot, it had to have been a big deal. Now, not so much.
Elle — “…gathered about 8 phone numbers…” Hilarious! Sorry for your boob revealing, but if you’re going to do it, it might as well be something from Victoria’s Secret. Good job!
Lee — I did think of that, too. Boy, today, can you imagine??? But I hardly think the young lad would be complaining to his parents about getting a free show. Oh, and you have my sympathies on the chalkboard thing. Does it help you to know I never noticed a boy do that when I was in school? They all must have mastered the science of concealment. I don’t know what’s up with CommentLuv, but try again. It used to work, right?
absepa — I can’t remember much after the panty thing, except I know I must have run as fast as I could to the bathroom to re-adjust myself. I probably slinked back in the room to pick up my gym bag and left red-faced. Ah, dresses in school should be outlawed. Hell, they probably are. Too many curious boys.
Kara — I blame you for choking on my coffee. You win, hands down! Literally. Still laughing at this: “I got to third base with Beau w/o even a How-do-you-do” And the “turn and cough.” OMG, woman. I’m dying here!!!! I’m so sorry for your pain, but thank you, THANK YOU, for sharing!
Susan K — Never dated? Not even after? What’s wrong with him?! I’m sure he was always trying to give you good news after that. What a nice “way to go!” you gave him.
Stephanie Barr — Awww, I’m picturing you looking so cute in your petticoat and then having it ruined by big stupid bus. We never leave the house thinking we’re going to give free shows, do we? Pants. Pants are good. Oh, and yeah, JD owes us a post. You can’t just say “I faked a concussion” and walk away.
DrowseyMonkey — You and me, sister. Imagine how much trauma we’d have shared together growing up. I did make his dream come true, didn’t I? He stood there for an eternity, wiping his eyes of pool water, straining to get the best look possible. You’re welcome.
Musing — Bladder issues? Oh, you poor thing! And don’t you think by now someone would invent a more discreet hospital gown? Come on! Everybody hates them! And it’s cold back there!
ManInTheMoon — Thanks for all that sympathy, buddy. I have to go poke around your blog further. Something tells me I’ll find little tidbits about your embarrassing situations. Am I right? {runs off to check}
Jay — Oh, I’m quite sure about that. Free boob. It’s the gift that keeps on givin’. OMG! Your suit story! LMAO! Oh, yeah, a straining safety pin is exactly what you needed! Tears streaming down my face. Bless you for sharing.
WillThink4Wine — Yes, yes, consecutive injuries count! Picturing the look on the doctor’s face. Must have been priceless.
Anne — Easy to pee with, but also easy to die of embarrassment with! I remember those belts. Was there anything more painful? It’s terrible when you realize the moment you’ve been walking around half-naked, isn’t it? You want to cry and you quickly look around to assess how many people got the free show. It’s a sad place to be. I’m sorry for your flash.
Daisy the Curly Cat — I know you have issues with pants and panties. But I seem to recall somebuddy did show their underfurs recently, no? Gotta watch those dresses, Daisy! I remember your coconut bra. You wore them well. That’s not very easy for a cat, you know.
Wynn — Classic! I’m so sorry. It’s a very weird phenomenon. Like you think you’d notice the updraft in the rear area. But you don’t. And that’s why I would always turn around and look in a mirror to be sure my skirt was laying flat before exiting the ladies room. I’m not so sure someone would tell me if it was stuck!
Musing — Didn’t even notice, my dear. Too busy laughing my head off!
December 13th, 2008 at 8:54 am
When I was 16, I was at a private home at a party for football players. I went to an all boys school, but the host player had sisters, and many of their friends, also of the opposite sex, were there. You put 40 or more Catholic teenagers in a house, and you know there’s going to be fun! The home had a large indoor pool, and we decided to have races, to show our manliness!
You know how Sometimes you dive in, and you lose your pants? At our 25th Class reunion in 2004, I was reminded of this, by a woman who was there. She married one of my best friends, but she never forgot the sight of me calmly getting out of the pool, and going to get my shorts from the young lady who had jumped into the pool and grabbed them. She demanded a kiss as ransom. (She had jumped in fully clothed!) I did date her for a while, but when Baseball season started, she took up with a basketball guy at her own school.
I was surprised to hear that all her so called friends still rib her over how she looked in a wet tee-shirt that night, and tell her second husband (Who was my classmate)
what a wild woman she was (still is?)Still having a good dozen teenage girls see you naked when you have been raised as a “Good Catholic Boy” had its issues. The Parents were slightly upset, but were pretty good about it. I never heard the end of it though, at least during high school, and even college.
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December 13th, 2008 at 8:58 am
P.S.
I think undies is worse. At least it should be!
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December 13th, 2008 at 9:48 am
what a trip! some of life’s most embarassing moments
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December 13th, 2008 at 10:03 am
I’m probably the odd gal out here, but all my flashes have been intentional. I do think the left boob incident created some good karma for you, though.
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December 13th, 2008 at 10:06 am
Undies is worse, and girl what were you thinking buying a snap crotch? LOL I didn’t even know they made those for gymnastics wear, i took it back when i was 5-8 years old.
Ya know what makes these stories hillarious is that we’ve all been there. We’ve all had our mortifying moments that snap us right back into our shoes. Some probably have stories they’ll never ever confess.
I used to line toilet seats with T.P, mom taught me, if there was no paper toilet seatcover (which there never was in public schools). Way back in middle school (the most impressionable days of our life when as a 6th grader you just wanna fit in) I was in a hurry and guess I didn’t notice one of those long pieces tucked into my jeans and was waving in the air like a banner as I not only walked down the hall but sat down in my seat for class. Nobody said anything, just laughter. The girl next to me told me and i embarassingly tried to nonchalauntly get it without anyone else in class noticing. Too late, even to this day i’m 34 and it feels just as humiliating to remember it.
se la vie!
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December 13th, 2008 at 10:31 am
Well, you already know my story as I told you on twitter. No need to expose myself here too.
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December 13th, 2008 at 10:42 am
Those damn snaps never did stay in place! While traumatic, I bet it didn’t faze the gymnastics teacher. Sort of normal job hazard stuff.
My worst? Getting your period at age 11 or 12 and wearing white pants. :-X
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December 13th, 2008 at 10:48 am
hi Kathy,
Sorry, I had trouble paying attention as I was reading your post. I kept looking at the picture of the gymnastics girl in the five poses. Knowing that you see things in bacon (i.e. Santa and reindeer) I figured there must be a subliminal message in those poses. Let’s see… they spell I – h – Y – h – Y ? What the hell does that mean?
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December 13th, 2008 at 10:56 am
I will definitely write about my faked concussion, perhaps sooner than later. Maybe if I finally put the incident to paper, so to speak, my mom will forgive me once and for all.
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December 13th, 2008 at 11:02 am
Those must have been some horrible experiences, but now you’re an adult and they’re all behind you. Isn’t it great sometimes how time moves so fast (although most of the time, that’s a bad thing)?
December 13th, 2008 at 11:02 am
This might be worst that exposure. When I was in 6th grade, I got my period, and didn’t know what to do…so I used toilet paper and kept stuffing it into my underwear. Didn’t think the red would show through the undies, but it was discovered by a group of boys below me – in the stairwell! I think the teacher helped me out there….
Something probably not as bad, but more vivid in my memory, was when I was in the 9th grade, I had just come back to school from a summer+ of brain surgery (long story) and the doctors had shaved my head. I was wearing a wig, and telling a story…”then the person took the headphones off” and whosh! – I threw the wig in the air! Luckily, the bell range, and I ran downstairs and out the door, wig in hand. My mother was there, and we made a fast getaway in her car.
Both instances, I had to face all those classmates again. BTW, I stopped wearing the wig!
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December 13th, 2008 at 12:17 pm
Tough call. Probably the lower undie show is worse. It happened in school, so it was probably remembered for a long time.
I’ve mooned enough in my days, that I couldn’t pick out any one incident. Plus guys don’t care about it that much.
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December 13th, 2008 at 12:45 pm
Oh poor Katie! I expect both were a real trauma for a 12 year old!
I don’t recall ever exposing myself, or my undies, but I did have a knicker (pants) incident.
I was five years old and had just started school. I must have put a pair of knickers on that were due to be mended. That’s what you did in those days.
I had just arrived at school and was walking around the playground waiting for the start bell. Suddenly I felt a draft! The crutch of my knickers had come undone and I was wearing a skirt! I had never been embarrassed before, but that was my worst nightmare. I had to spend all day long like it and was sure EVERYONE could see up my skirt!
The worst day EVER!!!
No, don’t laugh!
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December 13th, 2008 at 1:07 pm
The worst one for you would be the underpants one. It had more emotional impact.
Which one have I done? The booby thing. In a pool too. I was wearing my little yellow polka dot bikini way back in the 70s. I was smoking hot…except for the booby thing. All adults too. I was mortified.
Have a terrific weekend.
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December 13th, 2008 at 1:24 pm
Chris Casey — “40 or more catholic teenagers in a house” says it all. So you’re telling me that this boy who saw my boob actually could still be talking about it? We’re supposed to imagine that all our embarrassing experiences have been forgotten by those who witnessed them. It’s scary to think of losing shorts and tops now. Three words: Cell phone cameras.
cindy — Stick around (or read through my archives). Plenty where that came from.
Prefers Her Fantasy Life — And that’s why I was so specific. If I’d just asked for flashes, we’d never be done.
Muse — I don’t know! Maybe it was really a top and I didn’t know it? What was I thinking? You’re right. I have many stories that’ll never see the light Junk Drawer. I’m picturing your TP flapping in the wind behind you. Didn’t you just want to die?
Lauren — OK, wait. You’re going to have to remind me and also share with our non-Twitter friends. Come back! Tell us!
kristin/krw221 — I hope he at least had a heart and felt bad for me. Oh, and ugh. Period stories. Not going there. Too painful. I’m so sorry.
Pondering Trade Show Guru Steve — Oh, how you make me laugh! No message other than “Did anyone have it worse?”
JD at I Do Things — Oh, yeah. I didn’t even consider your punishment. I was stuck on the faking part, wondering why, and praying you will write about it. Tick tock, get a move on!
Airsoft — You are 100% correct. When I started writing about all my bad kid experiences, it became therapeutic. None of that stuff can hurt me now and it’s become great fodder for the blog. Ironic, because when it happens, you’re not thinking “I’ll laugh about this some day.” You just want to die.
storybeader — Oh, I’m so sorry about your experience. It’s terrible what girls have to go through, especially as such a young age. If you’re going to have “womanly issues” to deal with, you should be older than 12, don’tcha think? About the wig, I’m guessing losing it to the wind wasn’t the worst of that summer. Geez. Brain surgery? You poor dear. Thanks for sharing.
Joe — Pfffft. Guys and their bare asses. I’m sure you never flinched. Why do guys even think of mooning? Where does that come from? You’re such an interesting species.
Babs beetle — Oooo! A knicker story!!!! Oh, I’m so sorry you had to spend the whole day like that. And I’m not laughing. I’m sending you a virtual hug because you remember it like it was yesterday. Here’s a tissue.
Comedy Plus — Ugh. You’ve just reminded me of another boob story. I think I have several and will collect for another post. The thing that killed me about the pool boob thing was that I didn’t even know it happened until the kid looked and stared. How much longer would have I have swum around like that? One piece suits. It’s the only way. Sorry for your flash.
December 13th, 2008 at 1:33 pm
I can understand that you were embarrassed, but these things wouldn’t have fazed me too much. I would have just thought they were really funny. But then as you know… I’m a guy.
I’m still laughing about Brooke’s comment above that “they will never ever forget that for like 2 years.” It’s good to know there’s a statute of limitations on those things! ;b
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December 13th, 2008 at 2:14 pm
I’ve lived through the bottom reveal. I was a grown (okay, semi-grown) woman of 23, and had been in an auto accident. Minor injuries, took out the rearview mirror with my punkin head, but the paramedic was cutting my jeans off to see about injuries in the lower area.
As he snipped with those bandage scissors they seem to always use, I started major squirming. I realized that I’d run out of the house commando, throwing on jeans and shirt in an effort to get current boyfriend to work on time. Ack! Ack! Not only would I be doing The Big Reveal, but also would be left without anything to limp home in besides some lame hospital gown.
“Oh,” he said, “don’t be nervous,” after I’d hissed not to go any further, I was wearing uh any… “It’s not like I haven’t seen those,” he added. I huffed. “You haven’t seen MINE.” Cutting stopped. I was left with shredded bloody jeans and shredded bloody dignity. Ack. That I believe ended the possibility of and further commando action.
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December 13th, 2008 at 2:50 pm
I think the boob was worse. At least with the panties you still had “coverage”…
I started typing my story and realized it is just way too much TMI. Let’s just say it involved giving birth at the hospital and not being able to pee afterward. I think by the time that night was over even the janitor had seen all my parts. I’m leaving it at that.
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December 13th, 2008 at 2:57 pm
Haha I’d have to say that the boob experience is worse.
When I was about 13 or so, my friends and family went to Geauga Lake, an amusement park around here. They had something called The Wave pool, where a wave would appear every 5 minutes or so.
Well, after one particularly rough wave, I got up out of the water and noticed that my whole top and fallen off. I quickly put it back on but wasn’t quick enough. Two guys had seen the whole thing and were staring at me.
Needless to say, these two 40-something year old men followed me around the park for hours, leering at me. Probably trying to get another look at my 13-year old nakedness. Gross!
After that, I never wore a two-piece to an amusement park ever again.
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December 13th, 2008 at 3:00 pm
Kathy, you get it, our “friends” always remind us of the things we have forgotten. I took my wife to my 25th reunion. Oh God, the questions on the drive back from Ohio never stopped! The things I had forgotten, but they felt they should tell her about me.
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December 13th, 2008 at 3:19 pm
Seeing as it’s my birthday tomorrow and I’m feeling old, I feel better knowing that you were in gymnastics months before I was even born.
Thanks.
Once at the gym, I was doing chin ups when my pants fell down mid chin up.
Nice!
Same pants (I never wore them again) were shorts, both loose and short at the same time. I was on one of those lay down sorta exercise bikes on the balcony of the gym, overlooking. I noticed a girl staring up at me. As it turned out, Mr. Floppy had decided to flop out of the left side of my underwear and was giving her quite the show!
That good?
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December 13th, 2008 at 7:31 pm
I just did this! Here’s my post…
http://momo-fali.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-your-typical-tourist.html
At least you were still young and..ahem…firm! I’m 37 and kind gooey.
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December 13th, 2008 at 7:32 pm
That’s KINDA gooey.
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December 13th, 2008 at 7:48 pm
It was probably the 3rd grade and we had a jungle jim in the school yard. Remember, we wore dresses and skirts to school during my day. I was out on the jungle jim climbing around and fell upside down – my dress went over my head. Everyone in the world was laughing at me. I never did that again. It’s a wonder I ever made it through school.
December 13th, 2008 at 8:06 pm
Flashing your underpants at Mr. McDreamy is WAY worse than flashing the left booby in the pool.
Oh that must have been simply horrifying.
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December 13th, 2008 at 8:44 pm
Being a guy I have only accidentally left my fly unzipped a few times… but the furtive, admiring gasps from the women, and the outright jealous looks from the men clued me in pretty quickly.
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December 13th, 2008 at 8:46 pm
Oh, those stories made me cringe! Though it would be so interesting if one of your readers was like “I was that boy.” Now that would be funny.
When I was about 10 my mom took me to a department store to buy my first bra. Now I was at that stage when in reality I didn’t need one at all, and what my mom was buying was really just half a tank top.
So, I was in the dressing room feeling part proud and part embarrassed about trying them on. When all of a sudden a bratty little boy pulled the curtain back in the dressing room while I was in the middle of changing.
As a kid I was mortified! Plus he was a boy so why was he even in there? I guess his mother just wasn’t paying attention. It was one of those memories that has always stuck with me, so needless I’ve always be weary of dressing rooms that have curtains instead of doors.
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December 13th, 2008 at 9:04 pm
Fantastic post! The episode that comes to mind immediately is the time my parents were looking at my kindergarten class photo and my mom pointed out that, the way I was sitting (on the bench in the front row), it looked like I wasn’t wearing any underpants. I was, of course, but the way my little fat thighs came together from the front, it sure gave the visual impression that one was looking at something more, shall we say, intimate. Oh, the shame. I still can conjure that awful feeling up in about 2 milliseconds when I remember that little conversation. It’s never fades…
:^) Anna
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December 13th, 2008 at 10:20 pm
I’m just going to have my parents call you, they can tell you every mortifying incident of my childhood. (and would!)
I say undie flash is the worst. You didn’t even know the kid in the pool, but to be embarrassed in front of your dream guy, horrible!
As for me, lets just say all of them. I remember the snap-crotch onsies (what were we thinking??) and as it was the 70′s, halter tops were in. had a one piece bathing suit with a halter top that came untied. Have done the toilet paper, skirt in the waistband, 50 strangers in the room with childbirth (emergency C-section)
Now, nothing fazes me, I have no shame.
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December 14th, 2008 at 2:27 am
Hmm… where is your pool located? I think I should visit…
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December 14th, 2008 at 6:49 am
Jeff — Guys probably wouldn’t care if they walked around naked. Am I right? Well, not where you live. Kinda cold. LOL about Brooke’s comment. I love getting a tweener’s perspective.
Elle — Yours is my worst nightmare. There are times I “just throw something on” and run out the door. I’m really sorry about your accident, but glad it was minor. I’m more sorry you withstood the terror of an EMT almost revealing your commando self!
Carole — It’s a known fact that people who work in the medical field, whether they be doctors or staff, have seen it all. It’s also a known fact that that doesn’t matter to a patient.
Diana — Gross is right!!! A one-piece suit is a girl’s best friend. A one-piece suit with a little skirt on the bottom is a better friend to women with lots of things to hide. If I ever swim again, here’s what I’m wearing, but I need something to cover my neck.
Chris Casey — Maybe that’s why I haven’t kept in touch with any of my classmates. They have too much on me.
Mike — Happy Birthday, Mike! I knew something like this was coming. I just didn’t think it’d take this long. Sorry for your slippage. Yes, that’s good indeed. (Not for you, for us).
Momo Fali — I’m sorry I’m laughing again. I love how you were looking for your sunglasses, oblivious about the show you were putting on. Oh, that moment of horror. I know it well.
Data Entry Services — Passes you a tissue. It’s amazing we remember these things. Have you ever seen the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind? I’d like to have my mind cleared of all these embarrassing experiences. Oh, wait. But then, what would I blog about?
meleah rebeccah — It wouldn’t have been so bad, I suppose, if I’d been able to resnap the buttons quickly and easily and without anyone noticing. Not a chance. I ran out, beet red, clutching the open flaps.
Dan Brantley — A classic!
Stephanie C — LOL. Yeah, would love to know if that kid remembered my flash. Your bra story reminds me I’m still nervous trying on clothes in a crowded dressing room. When I hear kids running around while their moms are in a stall, I always check the lock. I suppose a kid could crawl under a door, though. Great. New thing to worry about!
Anna Lefler — Amazing. I’m sorry you know that picture exists, and worse, that all your other classmates have the same picture. Geez. The stuff we remember.
Shadowsrider — snap-crotch onesies. God, I just realized when you said that that what I was wearing was basically a gigantic baby onesie!!! Wow, for all your experiences, it’s a good thing you’re not fazed. More power to ya, sister! I envy you.
Dwacon — Har! Careful, the only way you can leer at another kid is if you’re a kid yourself. Sorry, Charlie!
December 14th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
Oh No! Running out clutching the open flaps is AWFUL.
Why in the heck did they make those like baby clothes anyway? Three snap crotches are not a good idea once you are out of DIAPERS!!
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December 14th, 2008 at 1:17 pm
Funny you should mention the skirt tucked into the pantyhose thing. Just the other day the Queen and I were in a buffet place that is frequented by senior citizens. Sure enough a heavy set old lady came out of the Ladies Room with her skirt caught way above her backside. It wasn’t a pleasant sight. Thankfully, my Queen leaped to the rescue and covered the poor matron’s behind before any serious damage was done.
Happy trails.
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December 14th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Hands down, the underwear shot. I can’t think of any nudity moments. I’m sure I had a bikini top slip upwards at the beach or something, but nothing too dastardly!
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December 14th, 2008 at 2:28 pm
Grade Five – pool party before summer started. No changeroom, as such, just a small space in a garage with a grimy window. I didn’t see the window and took off my wet bathing suit to change back into my clothes. The entire male population of my class was watching me! Talk about mortified! At least there was no male teacher in the group. I feel for you!
Oh, and I didn’t tuck my skirt into my pantyhose, but I did walk through a narrow restaraunt with a trail of toilet paper (clean) hanging from the back of my jeans!
Kat
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December 14th, 2008 at 7:51 pm
My mortification story is about wearing too many undies as opposed to losing my undies. When I was in kindergarten, while getting ready for school, I somehow managed to place the day’s fresh undies OVER the undies I was already wearing. Off to school I went….later in the day, I found myself with my panties in a twist, literally, as I stood in the bathroom stall. I remember crying, and the teacher coming in to see what the fuss was about. Imagine her surprise to see me wearing two sets of panties. Mrs. Durbin, I love you, wherever you are. You were so sweet and kind. You straightened me out without any fanfare.
Oh yeah, I remember another underwear story involving a teacher. Third grade. Sister Eugene. Lunchtime. We sat in rows, and the boy sitting in front of me turned around and elbowed my thermos. A tsunami of milk washed over my uniform. Sister Eugene walked me a half block to the convent, where she had me undress down to my slip, and she promptly threw my uniform into the washer. That wasn’t even the scariest part! After it was dry, Sister Eugene told me to walk back to the classroom. I got lost in the convent!! It was dark and all those crucifixes! I couldn’t find the door. I was so freaked out. Somehow I managed to find my way back to the class, where no one even questioned my absence!
December 14th, 2008 at 10:28 pm
I am sure the young boy who got the boob shot is still thanking you till this day. You never forget your first boob shot, or kiss, or…. well enough of that!!!
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December 15th, 2008 at 10:38 am
You just reminded me of the stupid purple houndstooth 70s bodysuit my mother had bought me as a kid, with the snaps in the crotch. I HATED that thing. And the snaps were hard to do and they were in a very bad place. And I always needed help, and I hated that, too.
WHY? WHY did they think this was a good idea? YES, kids need to pee occasionally, but surely, if we could put a Man on the Moon we could work out a better clothing installation system???
Phew! I feel better now.
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December 15th, 2008 at 11:04 am
I was in kindergarten and afraid of my own shadow, so asking for permission to go to the bathroom was out of the question. I waited instead until the class was instructed to go as a group – but that was too late, and I wet myself. I don’t remember how the teacher knew this, but I do remember my panties drying on the radiator IN THE CLASSROOM. I was mortified and even more scared to ask for them back, so I walked home without them. When Mom realized this, she walked back to the school and got them back for me.
December 15th, 2008 at 12:59 pm
Waterskiing, in a VERY small one piece and I went down pretty hard thereby leaving my one piece somewhere WAY back there… I was the only girl on the boat, they had to haul me in throw a ton of towels on me as we looked for about 10 mins for the bathing suite… never found it.
Good thing was, my boyfriend was driving the boat so he kept yelling “You look, and I’ll kill you” hey, it worked a bit….
ARGH
as for your snaps, I totally had one of those darned things and they ALWAYS would come undone…
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December 15th, 2008 at 1:43 pm
I have never accidently flashed anyone, but I can recall waking up late on morning and throwing on some underwear that was laying on the floor, only to find that a small lizard that my cat had brought in from outside, had managed to find a hiding place in my Haynes without me realizing it. Once they were on, and I felt the little reptile scuring around the family jewels, I set a record for exiting ones underwear. I think it was less than .45 seconds.
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December 15th, 2008 at 4:00 pm
I think I may have to relinquish my “Hussy” title to you! Seems like you were hussing it up at 8 years old! lol! Thanks for sharing:)
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December 15th, 2008 at 5:58 pm
meleah rebeccah — I don’t know. And I was too stupid to buy them. Another example of how I lived and learned the hard way.
Swubird — Oh!!! Thank God the Queen ran to that lady’s aid. How mortifying! I know it’s only a matter of time before it happens to me and I hope someone as sweet as your wife keeps me from making an ass of myself, literally.
Jen at Happily Ever After Land — You’re lucky, for now. There’s always a first time…
Poetikat — Oh no!!! How could you ever look at your class again? It’s a wonder we make it out of childhood safely to the other side. As for your TP streamer, you’re clearly not alone. That blunder seems to be popular.
ann of the junkdrawerblogfamily — Double panties!! I’m sorry, but I’m still laughing about your stories. Especially the convent/laundry event. I remember the convent myself. Very dark and scary and lots of Jesuses staring at me. I think I went there to help clean or something (slave labor). If anyone would have asked you where you were, they never would have believed you.
Sandy — Got that right, sister! I’m positive I was his first strange boob. His expression was priceless. Wiping away the water from his eyes, I’m sure he couldn’t believe what stood before him.
Jenn Thorson — Glad you got that off your chest. It really was a ridiculous design idea. How hard is it to lower the whole body suit to pee?
Marlene — OMG. That pained me to read it. Dried in the classroom???? How does one survive that??? You’re getting a big hug from me when I see you next.
Monica — OMG. These stories are killing me. How horrible getting your clothes ripped off you? I can’t imagine. Wow.
Bruce — Geez!!!! I can only imagine the horror. That is not a place for crawling things.
The Hussy Housewife — Yeah, baby! I’m sure I was the talk of the pool and my gymnastics class. But luckily I didn’t get involuntarily nekkid in school. There were other embarrassments, but none involved skin. Luckily.
December 15th, 2008 at 7:39 pm
My boyfriend and I went to one of the nicer restaurants nearby for a special dinner last summer. The town we live in is a beautiful, eclectic community with a laid back bohemian mindset. Wearing old jeans and a sexy top is considered “dressing up” to most. So, I put on my favorite jeans, cool vintage boots and a hot little top. I was feeling great as I led the way into the busy restaurant with my boyfriend following close behind.
There were a couple guys in the front of the restaurant playing music. We were seated at the very back, but could still see and hear them quite well. The music was really great and we wanted to leave a tip on our way out.
We finished our meal, paid, and I followed my boyfriend through the restaurant to the to leave the tip. Not wanting to interrupt the beautiful, but long song they were in the middle of, we waited patiently just a little off to the side so we wouldn’t block the view for the large table of men sitting next to the musicians.
The song ended. We left the cash, gave thanks, and walked out to the car. The second I sat down on the leather car seat I knew something was not right and I immediately jumped up to see why it felt so weird. I looked. Nothing. It wasn’t the seat.
Apparently, my jeans felt the need to have one last hurrah as if all those fun places we’d been together over the years hadn’t been enough. As the final act of ensuring my sexiness in denim, my frail, thin jeans had split in the back, an inch or so to the left of the middle seam, from the waistband, vertically to the bottom of my left cheek. And yes, sexy jeans must always be worn with sexy thongs. Thongs that appear non-existent when you parade through a large busy restaurant and stand next to a large table of men, next to the entertainment with half your naked butt on clear display. I should have kept the tip for myself.
December 15th, 2008 at 9:24 pm
i was doing cartwheel in front of my stepdaughter and our nieghbors kids ages 9 and 12 one was a girl tracey and older one was matt. I didnt tuck my sweat shirt in and when i did the cartwheel my sweatshirt showed off my boobies,lol.. i was so mortified,lol
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December 15th, 2008 at 10:12 pm
Well at least you didn’t poop in the pool. There’s always that, right?
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December 16th, 2008 at 3:21 am
Nothing can outdo a boob on the loose to me, especially a young little boobie like your story. Horrifying beyond measure. I say this as a grown woman who was nearly horrified into tachycardia when my beautiful man candy orthopedic surgeon checked on me the morning after reconstructing my busted elbow. After I’d done my very best flirting while still dopey from anasthesia and he’d gone on his way, I looked down to see my IV line all tangled through the neck hole of my hospital gown and out my sleeve, bringing the gown all the way down below my left boob. Please. No. Nooooooo!
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December 16th, 2008 at 4:24 am
indeed it’s hilarious! and embarrassing too! especially when that kid saw your boobie! =P
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December 16th, 2008 at 6:40 am
YM — Indeed, your favorite jeans had one last hurrah! Talk about going out with a bang! I knew right away what you meant when you felt something weird on the seat. My heart sank. Hey, at least you had some good years together. RIP favorite pair of jeans! And, yeah, the tip was all yours. You probably put on a better show.
melody — Ah, that gravity. Always gets in the way!
Rickey Henderson — Baby Ruth!
Vivienne — Don’t worry. It doesn’t count when you’re hopped up on drugs. No one can see your boob when you’re medicated.
schizoshrink — I’m glad it was only a booby and not a fully-developed boob. There’s a difference.
December 16th, 2008 at 8:58 am
Both those experiences were so funny but I’m sure they were horrifying at the time. I’ve been fortunate to not have any super embarrassing moments in my childhood (unless I’ve blocked them out) but I was doing The Rocky Horror Picture Show in a local theatre and the girl who was playing Magenta had her boob flop out while she was tap dancing. She was a school teacher and there were teenage boys (from her class) in the front row who got quite an eye-full. For the rest of the performances, I had to help her tape her boobs down. (It helps to have a gay man around in situations like that.)
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December 16th, 2008 at 1:49 pm
The snaps in the crotch of the bathing suit is definitely mortifying, I can see me bursting into tears in that situation. I remember in 6th-8th grade we had to take a swim class and a guy who was always talking to me and being really friendly was in my class and on the first class I got into the pool and we were talking and he started talking to my chest. I lifted his head right up to look in my eye, smiled and said ‘You can feel free to look at my face, it’s more entertaining than my chest, I promise.’ Good times.
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December 16th, 2008 at 7:59 pm
Wow, I think the gym class snappoff would have to be the worst!
Now for mine, I was the very shy, bookish type in high school, and I was wearing a top that was a bit snug, but I had fallen in love with. During class I leaned back to stretch and as the boy in front of me turned around the top button popped off the shirt revealing my sheer bra (so yeah he could see EVERYTHING) I ran to the bathroom mortified and the teacher brought me a safety pin, but by the end of the day everyone knew what my bra was like…not as bad as yours but bad enough for me
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December 17th, 2008 at 2:06 am
Hmmm. Since I find both situations appealing, I can not choose one over the other. Though, forced to pick I would like to be the boy in the pool. Oh, wait, that wasn’t what you were asking.
I just can’t relate….we boys were always dropping trou–embarrassment never played into the equation–even when we were unceremoniously “pants” in front of the girls. That just gave us amo to get revenge.
I’m guessing, for you, the boob was worse than the undies.
December 17th, 2008 at 3:06 pm
I had my own little embarr-ass-ing moment scheduled before you posted this super stuff. It’s up now.
I think you win though.
December 17th, 2008 at 6:17 pm
I’m a closet exhibitionist. I’ve come to the point when nothing like that embarrasses me any more. I’ve gotten dressed in front of big windows looking onto the street when there were kids in the bathroom and others hanging around outside my door. Maybe it’s the old fashioned idea of ‘if I don’t see them, they can’t see me’.
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December 17th, 2008 at 6:31 pm
Preston — I cannot imagine the horror that teacher felt! How did she go back to class again?! My God. I would totally let a gay man tape my boobs down. Of course, they’re very awesome and you’d have to give me that, gay or not.
Woman Tribune — Good grief. At least pretend you’re listening! Reminds me of someone I used to work with. He always looked at my chest when he spoke to me. I never said anything about it, but our conversations never lasted more than a few seconds. Guy. Creeped. Me. Out.
CrystalRaen — Um. No. That was as bad! I’m so sorry! Why must these things happen in school when our mortification is magnified by a hundred???
Mitch McDad — LOL. Glad you made it back to the question at hand. I do not understand the male species. I no longer ask why. I only thank the lord God that I was born a woman. Yes, boob was worse for me.
Ken Armstrong — I’m headed over to check out your ass. Post.
Laura — Awesome! You go girl! Your free-spiritedness is to be commended.
December 19th, 2008 at 7:50 am
the underwear was way worse. You can easily convince people that 1 eight yr old boy is lying but a whole class full of peers and Mcdreamy? fat chance!
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December 19th, 2008 at 10:42 am
I was the one with the skirt problem. Only it caught on the back of my chair one day when I sat down in Art Class in 8th grade. Yipes!
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December 20th, 2008 at 7:16 pm
fidget — Luckily, none of my friends were in the class. They’d be all like “What’s wrong Kathy? Come back!” and then giggle amongst themselves.
Allison — Oh, yeah. That’s another hazard. I once wore a skirt so long that it caught in the wheel of my chair and when I rolled it to untangle it, my skirt came halfway down my leg. Luckily, my slip stayed put.
December 25th, 2008 at 1:03 am
Ha! Glad I found your blog. I did have a laugh looking at a few of your posts and I will be back.
I had a similar experience as that lucky 8 year old boy when I was about the same age. I am a LOT older now, but your are absolutely correct, I have never forgotten it!
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December 25th, 2008 at 6:57 am
Will — Good to see you! Ah, so the boy probably never forgot then! I suspected it, but now I have proof!
December 27th, 2008 at 9:05 pm
I was in San Antonio last year and saw this woman I have had a crush on for about 10 years. She spotted me at the same time and enthusiastically waved and stepped off the curb to meet me in the crosswalk. I attempted to return the gesture, waving my hand above my head. I had recently lost a lot of weight and didn’t realize that my gesture, coupled with stepping off the curb would allow my jeans to slide right off my non-undied hips.
I had not intended to share the full Monty with her or the other 30 or so people in the intersection. I don’t even remember what she said to me as I was hiking my pants back up and apologizing to everyone around me.
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December 29th, 2008 at 6:37 am
Erik — Non-undied hips????? You have my deepest sympathies. Hey, if you’re gonna make an impression, go all the way!
December 29th, 2008 at 12:03 pm
That’s OK. Once you share a moment like that, you never speak again or it brings you closer together. She calls more now.
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December 29th, 2008 at 6:36 pm
Erik — That’s awesome. And you are right. It’s either/or!
January 1st, 2009 at 12:48 pm
There are girls who are scarred for life by accidental reveals. The ones that happen at school for all to point at and laugh about are the worst. After we reach a certain age, I think most of us are like… oh well, look if you want to!
January 1st, 2009 at 7:24 pm
DM — Absolutely. That’s the idea behind all my posts about embarrassing things that happened to me as a child (and as an adult, for that matter). I don’t really care anymore what people think. But growing up, I was scared of my shadow and always, always worried about what people thought of me.
January 19th, 2009 at 12:34 pm
Thankfully, I have not exposed my chest yet! I usually wear a one piece suit. Underpants is another story. When my daughter was 3 years old, I was in a store and she kept fussing and tugging at my skirt. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing and she seemed to quiet down. Right as I reached for something, she pulled up my skirt. I couldn’t believe she did that! My skirt was up around my waist!!!!I pulled it down and grabbed her by the hand and shot right out of there. I don’t know how many people saw me, but I’m sure there were a few. Yes, I think exposing my underwear was one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced!
January 22nd, 2009 at 1:25 pm
Nancy — Sounds horrible, but I feel your pain. I bet you turned beet red. I know I would. The horror!
May 22nd, 2009 at 9:57 pm
One of my biggest regets is freezing up when I was 13 and letting my landlady exit the elevator with her dress tucked into the back of her pantyhose. In those few seconds, I couldn’t get up the nerve to tell her and even let her walk next door to the busy grocery store. In complete seriousness, it has kept me awake wondering how I could go back in time and just tell her. Women are supposed to tell eachother these things, but I failed.
May 23rd, 2009 at 2:26 pm
Audrarian — I think it says a lot about your character that you remember that incident after all these years and still feel bad about it. You’re a good person. It’s OK. We know you wanted to say something. It still counts.
June 10th, 2009 at 9:27 pm
Oh goodness, I think the gymnastics leotard becoming unsnapped is worse! I can’t imagine that happened in front of the entire class! It’s a good thing that they are no longer made with snaps. How uncomfortable!!