The time I flashed the whole school. Mostly.

The lovely and talented Mrs. Flinger has issued an challenge invitation to get back to writing - really writing - well (or, as well as we can).  This will be my first attempt.  ;)  Please go check it out: I'll wait...

{W}rite of Passage

The first topic for us over-achievers who wish to start early is our most embarrassing moment.  Sadly, I've already told you that story.  So, in the interest of not totally calling it in and completely obliterating my status as over-achiever, I'll dig a little deeper and try a little harder.

It was the Spring Prom in Grade 8.  After suffering the indignity of THREE other girls wearing the same dress as me at the Winter Prom, I worked hard to find the perfect dress (bear in mind that the "perfect" dress was a navy blue patchwork quilt-looking baby doll dress - and yet I still thought I was hot shit *shakes head*).  I had cute little flats that picked up the pink flowers in the material of the dress.  I had gotten my hair cut and my glasses tightened.

I was ready.

I spent much of the evening tittering on the side lines with my girlfriends, each of us giggling behind our hands as we pointed out our crush du jour with our eyes (because HEAVEN FORBID these boys know we liked them!).  On that given day week month, I was crushing hard on Brad.  He was tall with dark hair, light eyes, and a killer smile.  He was a little goofy, but I considered it part of his charm.  The butterflies in my stomach did cartwheels anytime he so much as looked in my direction.  He was all I could think about.

*sigh*

Imagine my need to throw up on his shoes sheer joy when he asked me to dance (during a slow song, natch). I giddily followed him as he led me to the dance floor, my hand in his.  He placed his arms tenderly around my waist, while I stretched to drape my arms around his neck (I'm 5'2 and was wearing flats: it was a hell of a stretch).  We swayed dreamily to the music for a blissful eternity before...

...a BOY - not another girl (damned girls anyhow) - tapped me on the shoulder to inform me that my dress was tucked up into my pantyhose and that every. single. person. in the gymnasium could see my white cotton Granny-panty-clad ass.

God.  It STILL makes my face turn beet read with the heat of mortification.  If I could have sunk into a hole and died at that exact moment, I'd be smiling down from Heaven (heh, who are we kidding? up from Hell) right now.  *sigh*