Mid summer. Crazy hot. A college/community swimming pool. I was 13. I had just mastered the ability to jump off the high dive after a summer of dreading it, and was so proud that I was defying a possible watery death.
Every time I hit the water, I noticed, the crowd of young boys hanging onto the sides would duck their heads under, with their goggles on. It wasn't until maybe jump six or seven that I realized they were watching me hit because the force of the water flipped my bathing suit top up, around my neck. It's one of those memories I still cringe over, one gazillion years later, because they were laughing.
I'm gonna decide, even though I wasn't, that I, too, was essential to a formative event.
Tuesday
Cringing, still
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If your audience was made up of geeky runts like me and my friends, I am going to say that you WERE.
I was 19, walking down the street, wearing a cute little tank top I'd just bought. A car full of young men pulled up to the curb and the driver asked me for directions. It was a compact car, so I bent over to speak to them. They thanked me for the directions, then the driver grinned and said, "I like your top." I was thrilled, thanked him, and walked on.
A full six months later I happened to be wearing the same top, bent over, glanced down, and realized that it gaped clear to my navel. Since I generally went braless at the time, it finally hit me that the nice young man hadn't actually been complimenting the top.
That was 20 years ago, and I still feel like an idiot.
Oh, honey. I'm cringing, too. I have a story like this, but with a wrap-around skirt.
I heard one time that someone once, while wearing a skirt, ran out of a workplace bathroom with said skirt tucked into her underwear by accident. This person walked down a work hallway with her ass hanging out and didn't stop until someone (thankfully a woman) saw her and got her attention. I have no idea who this person is. I just read about it on all of the internets. I hear that person is still cringing too, although I wouldn't really know her personally or anything. Ahem.
baby pink pants (the early 80s), period, sitting cross-legged on the grass during lunch...that's all I'm gonna say (except it was a boy who told me which made it worse)
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