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August Blog Challenge - Day 10

Describe your most embarrassing moment.

Again with the "how do I choose?"
So many cringe-worthy moments.
So many things I run through my head, over and over.

Although, in honesty, those moments are probably shame and not embarrassment.
The things that make you say to yourself:
"What were you thinking?"
and
"Stupid."
Things like waking up the morning after you put a rock through your window and having to face that.
Or thinking about something you said that was thoughtless and upset someone.

But I don't embarrass easily.

Trying to think of something.

One story that comes to mind is meeting Dave's parents.  They were coming in to Tacoma.  This was the summer Dave was supposed to go back to Walla Walla and at the last minute decided not to.  His parents were visiting and wanted to take us out to dinner.  I was so nervous.  I agonized over what to wear.  I asked Dave a million questions, worried about making a good impression.

We got to the Lobster Shop and sat down.  While we were talking, Dave kept trying to get me to sit closer, hold his hand or put his arm around me.  I kept giving him that "Knock it off!" look.  He didn't take the hint.  I actually kicked him under the table at one point.  I was so embarrassed.

Luckily, his parents were amused by the whole thing.

I know.  Pretty lame.  If I remember something better, I'll come back and add it.



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