We all have one.
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In 3rd grade, one of the kids in my class’s mom was a teacher for 5th grade. He’d always call her Mom and not Mrs. (last name). So, as the stupid 8 year old I was, I called her mom. I only realized how stupid I looked 2 months into calling some random lady Mom.
If you asked me when I was in my 20’s, I would have probably enumerated tons. But now in my 50’s, I cannot think of a single one! Mind you, exact same incidences, but now I remember them with fondness.
8th grade I walked face first into a door frame while checking out a cute (blue eyed, my fave!) boy. My first week at a new school. During lunch. Cafeteria doors. Doors were open. Ugh. Felt like a complete moron. Out of embarrassment I didn’t talk to or look at that boy for the rest of the year. Then I ended up marrying him! Turns out he saw NOTHING. I brought it up when we were dating. According to him, he was staring at my butt and his friend noticed and slapped him so he turned to see what he wanted. Making him miss my passionate kiss with the door. We’ve been together 14 years the 17th of this month. I’d still rather kiss him but I guess that’s not saying much. Lol
