Who Doesn't Love Embarassing Moments?

As it seems another one is biting the dust, I thought I’d take a trip down memory lane. Most of my life has been filled with completely embarrassing moments that others like to bring up and, well, if I’m being honest like to instigate. Some of them I can live down, others I just can’t. And many revolve around me and some stinking boy I liked (one could have called me boy crazy back in the day. As I’ve grown up, that hasn’t really changed:)). I guess this is as good a place as any to just throw them out there and take the embarrassment away on my own. Let’s take a look at the top five embarrassing (boy) moments from my youth:

5. Sophomore year in high school I had the hugest crush on a guy named Casey. As my initials are KC, my dear friend Jenny would find it appropriate to scream them whenever we were within two feet of each other (the guy and me). As he had no idea who I was, he’d look and get quite confused. One day he actually asked who I was and why I was standing next to him. I’m pretty sure he thought I was nuts.

4. The seventh grade school project diary I wrote on the Civil War. Sounds innocuous right? Not so much. In it I took on the last name of the (older) guy I liked from Alabama and we were married. Um, yeah his family totally got a copy of that one and it was hard to live down. In my defense, Charley was completely cute, but I may have gone slightly overboard in how much I missed him while he was “off to war”. I did get an “A” on the assignment though and it was enough to make me apply to Auburn.

3. I was stood up for Sadie Hawkins my Freshman year as my “date” Mike got back together with his (ugly) girlfriend two days before the dance. He had forgotten to tell me and I had already purchased (hideous horizontal stripe) shirts. Not one to be deterred and having to find a date as my mom was set to drive two other couples, I had to find someone. That was our friend Justin and somehow we got “married” that night with the picture making it to the yearbook. Everyone thought we were dating. Not that there was anything wrong with Justin, he just wasn’t football/basketball/baseball captain material like Mike was. I never lived that picture down and I still blame Mike.

2. There’s a Denny’s in Hampton, VA that I’m not allowed in at the same time as one of my ex boyfriends. We had a very spirited discussion in the restaurant about his “friendship” with other girls and just how friendly it was. I *may* have raised my voice considerably during this time and *may* have decided that climbing over the table was appropriate. This may have been after he gave details that weren’t really necessary. We may have been causing a scene that others stopped eating to watch. It didn’t get a whole lot better from there and we were politely asked to leave. On the way out, they suggested that it would be better if we never returned at the same time. And that the suggestion was more of a mandate.

1. It’s safe to say I made my way though many of the boat racing guys I grew up with or knew (get your mind out of the gutter, I mean I dated or kissed most of them, nothing icky going on there. I was a good Catholic girl). There was one however that didn’t quite see the appeal of dating me and I just liked him a lot and hoped that he’d come around (such a change from my life now right????). Anyway, on the way back from a race a million miles away, we had a caravan of trucks and boats all keeping contact with CBs. Again, nothing that sounds dangerous there. Well, as we entered later in the night the conversation took an ugly turn and while we thought the person in question was sleeping, one of my friends thought it a nice idea to talk to his crew chief about my crush. This would have been slightly fine if all the other trucks couldn’t hear it too, including the girl I thought he liked. And if he was really sleeping. About two minutes before we were stopping at a restaurant for a late dinner, he came on and said he heard everything and that there was no chance. Um, awkward much? Upon arriving at the restaurant I promptly exited the vehicle and tried to hide under a newspaper stand.

Is it any wonder I turned out the way I did?