Embarrassing stories...

So I, like everyone else, have had my fair share of cringe-worthy stories. And while they're positively, gut-wrenchingly awful for me, I suspect they'll provide great amusement  for you. So here are a few of the most recent.

Last year, after my History exam, I was messing around and writing poetry. But then the teacher invigilating decided that we had to hand in any rough work with our exams. So my half-arsed attempt at poetry was stapled to the back of my essay on the importance of indoctrination in the Second World War or something to that effect. Anyway, my history teacher told me that she enjoyed my poem and (being polite) would love to see more. So, after taking her seriously, my friend and I waited after history one day to show her these wretched poems. Cringeeee.

The other day, I went out with a guy friend of mine for brunch. He's a very funny guy so I'm usually practically crying after laughing so much when we spend time together. Anyway, at the end of our meal, he decided to tell me that I had something in my teeth. Which meant I had had my mouth open laughing with a piece of goodness-knows-what stuck in my teeth for who knows how long. After this, I battled getting it out! So I was sitting with a makeup mirror and toothpick trying to get half a berry from my smoothie out of my teeth. Awkward...

When I was in grade 6, I was sitting in science, learning about plant fertilization or something equally boring, and writing notes to my then best friend. I was saying how I thought that the boy behind me was quite cute and I liked him (you know,the twelve year old type of like) when the teacher noticed this note writing, and took it from us. He then continued to read this note aloud to the entire class,so not only the aforementioned boy knew, but all of his friends, all of my friends, and all the other girls and boys in the room, as well as my science teacher, knew that I "liked" this boy.

When I was about 5 or 6, my aunt had just broken up with her then boyfriend, and made me go around to men that she perceived as good looking, and tell them that 'if they think I'm cute, they should see my aunty.' If that in itself wasn't bad enough, the one night I decided to take matters into my own hands, and approach a potential uncle myself. I went up, did the whole line, only to look at his hand and spot a wedding ring.  Suffice it to say, he is most definitely not my uncle.

All of these are quite embarrassing, but I've saved the best for last. And this one most definitely takes the cake. When I was three, I went shopping with my mom. As only children can, I was very, very blunt and asked my mom why the "fat lady" was in her "pajamas" (I can only assume now that it was a track suit). My mom, horrified, pretended that I wasn't her child!

I hope these stories have brought a smile to some of your faces.