Embarrassing Moment

Before I get into a very embarrassing moment of mine, I just wanted to tell all of you asking about what getting a domain name entails. If you click the SITS Girls link on my last post, it'll take you right the explanation of how you'd get a domain name if you're on Blogger. I use Blogger and it was super duper easy. And all of my publishing tools are still here so basically EVERYTHING stayed the same EXCEPT for my website name. Easy peasy! And at $10 A YEAR a super good deal!


I've been asked more than once to tell about one of my embarrassing moments and I always respond that I try hard to keep myself from getting embarrassed. However, I suddenly remembered a time that makes me blush just thinking of it. So I'm going to tell it all to you now.

In December 2002, when I was 19, I lost my virginity. I'd only been with the guy for a month but I was crazy about him. To this day, I don't regret that decision. However, it was a weird time for me. Although I was in love and although I liked having sex, part of me missed being a little bit of a good girl. It was weird to think that I was no longer a virgin. Eventually, though, I moved past that and loved being in the place I was in.

Shortly after that first time I went home for Christmas. THAT was a strange time for me. It was my first longer vacation home from college (I was a freshman, I'd turned 19 in September) and I was having a difficult time being back under my parents' roof. Especially when my boyfriend was 23 and I wanted to spend time with him. I don't remember a whole lot from that time at home but I do remember fighting with my parents and wanting to be anywhere but at the house.

One of the first nights I was home my boyfriend and I went out and bought condoms. He gave some to me so that I could take them back with me to school. When I got home that night I put them in my underwear drawer. My parents never went through my things and I felt relatively safe putting them there.

And for awhile, everything was fine. Shortly after Christmas, though, I made a big mistake. There was a night when I was working and then afterward planned on going on a double date with my boyfriend, best friend and her boyfriend. When I left the house that day, I grabbed some extra things I would need to freshen up, including some of my mom's blush. I was forever borrowing my mom's things (clothes and makeup) without asking her. It drove her nuts but I did it anyway.

Halfway through work, my mom called me and she was mad. She wanted to know where her blush was. At the time, I'd forgotten that I'd taken it with me. I apologized for taking it and told her it was probably in one of my drawers. I'd MEANT one of the drawers in my bathroom, never thinking that when she didn't find it there that she'd go looking in my bedroom. That's exactly what happened though. I was still at work, still forgetting that I had the blush with me. When she called again.

She told me that I had to come home after work. I was mad because she was wrecking my plans and wouldn't even tell me why, not to mention she was doing this while I was at work. I demanded she tell me why I had to come home and that's why she mentioned the condoms. Busted. Now, I was 19. And I was being safe about it. But my parents also worried about me. And I can imagine my mom was just a little freaked out. I BEGGED her not to tell my dad. It was one thing for her to know but I didn't even want my dad to think I was KISSING a guy, let alone anything else.

But she told him. And when I got home from work, I had to talk to both of them. Ugh, it was AWFUL! I remember thinking it was SO DAMN AWFUL. It's like sitting down and having the sex talk, only instead of just talking my parents knew exactly what I was doing. At one point my dad even asked if that was my boyfriend's Christmas present to me (they never liked this boyfriend). I was mortified.

I look back on that now, to a different person than I am now, and I remember my cheeks getting flame red, my heart pumping quickly, wanting to be anywhere else but in that moment. The funny thing is that these days I have issues talking about sex. I may not want to sit down with my folks and discuss my sex life but it's not the mortifying thing it used to be. However, back then it was definitely one of my most embarrassing moments. And to this day, even though I don't see sex as something mortifying, it still is.