Being an old married hag I have to admit I live vicariously through my babysitter. Saint Sarah is young, pretty, and has way more energy and patience than I do. She is also single and 24 years old. That means I already had a driver's license when she was born.
Recently Saint Sarah was complaining about men, seriously afraid she was going to be an old maid. I tried to comfort her, telling her that true love sneaks up on you. I told her that Erik and I didn't go on an actual date until 2 years after we met and I was 33 years old when we got married.
I advised her that men are pretty much useless until they get closer to the age of 30, and even then they still need a lot of maintenance. Just wait, I told her, as I swept the room with my arm, you could have all this.........and then my 5 year old peed on her lap.
After we cleaned her up,I once again tried to comfort her. Look I went out with a younger guy once. He was 20 and I was 21 years old. One night we were supposed to go out on a date. I picked him up, took him to the liquor store and bought him a 12 pack of beer and then he broke up with me in his driveway.
I drove home to my roommate in shock. But instead of comforting me she started to laugh hysterically, "He used you to get beer!!". I joined in the laughter, she was right, this dude wasn't worth a broken heart let alone a mild annoyance, I was just killing time with him anyways.
Saint Sarah seemed to be amused by this story, and as far as I am concerned there are very few men on this planet that deserve to breathe the same oxygen that she does.
Well while we are on the subject of embarrassing moments.... I had a huge struggle at the gym earlier this week . I had a fabulous, sweaty workout, I was so proud. But while in the locker room I hit an obstacle. I peeled off my sweaty clothes, placed my glasses in a safe place and then attempted to take off my sports bra. I have been doing some lifting lately so my arms were like spaghetti and as I went to pull off my sports bra it got stuck. It got stuck on my face. I was naked, naked, naked except for a sweaty bra stuck on my face. I couldn't see and I could barely breathe. Eeeek. I decided that after one deep breath if I couldn't get that bitch off my face I would ask for help....and then I would quit this gym.
I faced the wall, counted to ten, took a deep breath and then ripped that thing off of me. Phew...
If you have any embarrassing moments you would like to share with us than please bring it!!