The most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me (outside of childbirth which is it\u2019s own kind of shame) occurred when I was 14 years old.<\/p>\n
I looked very young for a Freshman in High School.\u00a0 Where other girls had been looking womanly since the sixth grade, I still had the figure of a little girl.\u00a0 This was in no way helped by my brace filled mouth or my appalling lack of style.\u00a0 I was a little girl and looked it.<\/p>\n
I had the biggest crush on a guy I\u2019ll call \u201cL.\u201d\u00a0 Charming and handsome, L was on the football team and enough to make me sigh in appreciation 20 years later.\u00a0 I knew I had no chance, but I just couldn\u2019t stop myself from hero worship from afar.\u00a0 I lived\u00a0 for the days when he actually noticed me enough to say \u201chi.\u201d\u00a0 I was smitten.<\/p>\n
L\u2019s lunch table was right next to mine, so every day I would get my nachos (the kind with the pump cheese and lots of jalapenos), big cup of Dr Pepper and a Little Debbie cake (How\u2019s that for a healthy lunch?) and make the big loop around the cafeteria so that I had to walk past him to get to my table.\u00a0 I would look at him out of my peripheral vision as I approached, ready to look up and smile if he noticed me.\u00a0 He never did.<\/p>\n
Then one day in October, I was paying so much attention to him that I didn\u2019t notice his book bag sticking way out into the aisle.\u00a0 My foot caught and I flew forward, right into the nachos, right across his lap.\u00a0 As I sat up, gloppy yellow cheese ran down the front of my shirt and chips and peppers began to drop off onto the tray.\u00a0 My drink had splashed all over the front of his shirt.\u00a0 I still don\u2019t know what happened to the chocolate cake.\u00a0 He was gracious and kind, helped me up and handed me napkins to try and clean the cheese off of my chest.\u00a0 He even managed not to laugh until I had begun to walk away.\u00a0 It was all I could do not to cry.\u00a0 I was mortified.<\/p>\n
He friended me on Facebook last week.\u00a0 We chatted for a while on IM about our children and careers, where we live now and how we got there.\u00a0 I sat, still that awkward 14 year old of my memory, and worked up the courage to apologize for ruining his letterman jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d he asked.\u00a0 \u201cI have absolutely no memory of that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was too stunned to even respond.\u00a0 How could he have forgotten something which was so important in my young life that the memory of it still haunts me?\u00a0 I don\u2019t now what\u2019s worse, falling into a tray of nachos across a cute guy\u2019s lap, or that not even falling into nachos was enough to be remembered.<\/p>\n
He asked around.\u00a0 All of his friends remember it and got a good chuckle.\u00a0 He just shrugged and said, \u201cI don\u2019t recall that at all.\u00a0 I just remember how cute you were with your blond curls.\u201d\u00a0\u00a0 Brunette! \u2026.. I\u2019m a brunette\u2026.and it\u2019s straight.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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