Have you ever done or said something so toe-curlingly embarrassing that years later, the recall of that moment still makes you blush?
I have had so many of these embarrassing moments that I will be have to write this post in a series of chapters!
I don’t seem to be able to shake the thought of them. Ghosts of shame haunt me, waking me suddenly in the middle of the night to taunt and tease me.
Perhaps if I share my embarrassing moments with the world, the ghosts of shame will slink away defeated. Besides, therapy is so expensive isn’t it?
I don’t have a top ten as such – they’re all equally cringe-worthy to me. So in no particular order, this is the first of my most embarrassing moments, for your delight and my discomfort:
The unexpected guest
I am someone who loves to give guests a good hearty meal. It’s just in the genes. If there’s someone in the house, I assume they need feeding and I take great pleasure in watching someone polish off a plate of my home-cooked food.
Then this happened, and I still haven’t recovered.
The hubster was away on business, the kids were tucked up in bed, there was nothing in the fridge and I was hungry. There was only one thing for it, call up the local Chinese takeaway and get dinner delivered.
So there I was, inhaling my greasy meal in front of the telly, yum yum, nosh nosh…. when there was a knock at the door.
Through the spyhole I could see my next door neighbour Debbie, holding a bottle of wine and what looked like a cheesecake….
A week earlier, I had invited her round for dinner, having bumped into her on the street. We didn’t know each other well and I thought it would be nice to spend the evening getting acquainted over a sample of my lazy cooking.
And then I’d completely forgotten about it.
It took me a good 30 seconds to answer the door. So many thoughts running through my head about how to rescue the situation.
My first instinct was to hide and pretend the house was empty. I’d come up with an excuse later. But liars never prosper, and what sort of example would I be setting for my kids (ha, some bloody role model I am!).
What I should have done, but sadly thought of doing about 24 hours too late, was say that I’d only just returned from work and that I’d rustle something up quickly for us both. I could have prepared a quick bowl of pasta surely. But I was so full of shame and panic, I opened the door and just blurted out the truth – face all contorted with humiliation, cowering and squirming, begging for forgiveness.
What followed was an incredibly awkward evening, which involved sharing what remained of my Chinese meal – leftovers really, while drinking her wine and eating her delicious cheesecake, feeling intense shame and wanting the ground to swallow me up.
I’ve only seen Debbie a few times since that night, we moved out of the area shortly afterwards – for reasons which were unrelated – but each time, I have felt the need to apologise again, bringing the whole sorry story back up to the surface for us both.
So tell me, does this sound like a big deal to you? Can you relate? First-world problems I know, but wow does this still make me feel horrible <shivers>. I would love to hear from you, please comment below.