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I Didn’t Recognize Him With His Pants On
My most embarrassing moment
As the early May sun shines, its power growing each day, I find myself thinking about my youth. There’s something about Spring that does that. From days on the army base, sitting in our small fenced yard, called a “Bullpen,” to riding bikes and eagerly awaiting the end of the school year, it all comes back.
And I do cartwheels. Why? Because I can.
But those good memories also have evil twins, memories that aren’t so good, or are embarrassing.
And that’s what hit my mind today.
I don’t embarrass easily. I don’t care what others think of me now. That’s now.
When I was young, I cared a great deal about the opinion of others, and I can only shudder thinking about what the thousands of people gathered that fateful day thought about me.
To steal a line from Sophia Petrillo, “Picture it, University of New Brunswick, early September, 1989…”
A young co-ed and her friends entered the grown-up world of university: quads, social clubs, freedom, parties, and 10,000 potential new friends from all over the world.
At one of these parties, my friends and I met a couple of guys. Let’s call them J and D. They were both GORGEOUS! Not at all the…
