Last week's story was about me inadvertently broadcasting that I thought one of my college classmates was very cute. As I mentioned, I met him through a friend of mine who was a writing major like me and with whom I took a lot of classes throughout college.
This week's extremely awkward moment (which might be my most awkward yet, and the memory of which I had surpressed until I thought of last week's story) is about that friend, who I'll call Football. We took a lot of classes together through college, and he sat next to me in every class we had.
Now, let me switch gears a minute and tell you about a shirt...
During my freshman year, my roommate gave me a shirt that she'd gotten as a gift but that was too small for her. It was a really cute shirt, and I liked the way it looked on me, so I wore it fairly regularly throughout college. (Not so frequently that I looked like I didn't own any other clothes, but you know what I mean...) The shirt had a pretty wide neckline; it wasn't off the shoulder, but it was wide enough that if I wore a regular bra with it, the bra straps stuck out. Since I wasn't blessed with particularly large boobs (sorry to disappoint my male readers), it's typically not a big deal for me to go bra-less with certain shirts, and the cut and fabric of this shirt made it so that I didn't look skanky if I went bra-less in this shirt. So that's what I did every time I wore it. (At this point in the story, it's very important that you know that I didn't go around trying to advertise my boobs, so if I would've thought that it looked at all slutty or obvious when I went bra-less in this shirt, I never would've done it.)
So, during my junior year (at which point I had worn this shirt once every month or so for two years), I wore the shirt for probably the nine millionth time. I had a class with Football that day, and we were having a test. When he sat down next to me, he looked over at me and said, "Oh no! You're wearing that shirt? I'm totally going to fail this test." I had absolutely no idea what he meant, so my response was something along the lines of "Ummmm... what the heck are you talking about??" To which he replied, "Every time you lean forward when you're wearing that shirt, I can see one of your nipples. I'm not going to be able to focus on this test when I can see your whole boob!"
And then the floor opened up and swallowed me whole.
Oh, no, wait... that's what I wished would happen. My intense, indescribable mortification makes me kind of forget everything that happened next, (not only because he'd seen them, but also because if it was so easy for him to see my, um, goods in this shirt, then probably others had seen them, too), but I think that I said something like, "What??? You've seen my nipples??? More than once??? And you never said anything????" And to try to make me feel better (I guess?), he said "It's not a bad thing! You have really nice nipples!"
I did horribly on the test, and I never wore that shirt again.
Ok, please share something awkward while I go shopping for several dozen turtleneck sweaters, as this post reminded me the risks of showing any skin at all. Then, read everybody else's awkward posts!