I Wrote the Book on Embarrassment

I said it many times, I hated my teenage years.  When I look back, there are so many things I wish I could go back and change.  But I can say that those experiences are fodder for my books.  There are two things I’d change. Here is the first one and the scene where I used my experience. I’ll share the other one next week, so be sure to check back.

  • I’d have safety pinned my bikini top on before I jumped off the high dive at the local pool.

Yup, it really happened.  I was lucky that I found it, but I didn’t even realize it was gone until after I stood up in waist deep water.  So yup, I pretty much flashed everyone.  When the air hit the boobs, I dropped back down to chin deep so fast, you’d have thought a shark yanked me under.  It was humiliating.  And while I was quick, I know some people saw me.  Talk about embarrassed.  I never went back to that neighborhood pool.  Thankfully, Dad built our own pool the next year.

While I’ve never had a heroine lose her bathing suit top—yet—I have had Leah, in This Heart of Mine, yank her hoodie out of the dryer and rush to leave with her guy boyfriend Matt, not realizing that, due to static electricity, she had a pair of lacy panties stuck to the back of her jacket.  I can say I borrowed the embarrassment I felt in the pool to write this scene.


Ponytail in place, I dig through my closet for my new long-sleeved burgundy shirt and matching hoodie. I remember I’d worn it over the weekend.

            I tear off to the laundry room to see if Mom washed it. It’s in the dryer. Still warm.

            I ditch the blue sweater.  Yank the static-electrified tee and hoodie from the dryer, and put them on. 

            I’m still dressing when the doorbell rings.  I fit my arm in the hoodie, grab my purse, and run out.

            Mom, phone to her ear, comes to the kitchen opening. She offers me a wave and returns to the kitchen and her conversation.

   I open the door.

            Matt’s there.  He wears the same thing he wore to school, but he gives me a quick once-over. 

            Approval lights up his eyes.  I like approval.

            “Where’s Lady?”

            “In the car.  I didn’t know if I had to come in and I’m not in the mood to pick up shit in your house again.”

            I laugh. We head out.  I feel him staring, but when I glance at him, he looks away.

            When we get in the car, I drop my purse to the floorboard. Lady tries to get in the front seat.  Matt tells her no. 

          “Uh…”  Matt’s looking at me strangely again.  Almost smiling.  Almost not.

            “What?” I ask.

            “You have . . . something stuck to the back of your jacket.

            “What?” I look over my right shoulder.

            “Here.” He reaches behind my left shoulder and pulls off a wispy piece of material.

            It takes me one second to recognize my new lacy wine-colored panties.  The static must’ve gotten them caught on my hoodie.

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11 thoughts on “I Wrote the Book on Embarrassment

  1. I wouldn’t be so shy. At my tenth high school reunion, I was told by a couple of guys that they would have asked me out if I hadn’t been so “stuck-up”. I was never that. I was so shy that I would exit to the nearest bathroom and cry if a guy spoke to me.

  2. I’m very unhappy with my current job situation. I often wonder if I had done something a little differently in high school if I would be in a happier situation. Then I realize if I hadn’t gone down the path that I did I would never have met my husband, and I would not have my amazing daughter!

  3. Being in high school way back in the 1960’s was good. I had friends, wasn’t in cliques and realized that I had to work harder to achieve what I wanted in life. I do wish that I could accomplish more at the time and was more confident and outgoing.

  4. I love but also hate aspects of my job and I often wish I would’ve picked a different major. I’ve thought about taking online classes but I so do not want to go in debt again!

  5. If i could go back to my teenage years I would change everything. The trouble with wishing what was, is not realistic but I would talk to more kids, become involved with more groups in school, be more accepting and be more conscientious.

  6. My biggest thing to change would be to ignore what dad wanted and apply myself to college level courses and work on getting my degree earlier than I did. I was just shy of 40 when I started a career. This would mean having more self esteem and ignoring all of the negative talk. And standing up for myself more at home and at school.

  7. I “developed “ early and large for my lanky frame. I would have given anything to have nice, perky B cups. It was so embarrassing in grade school and jr/sr high to have developed so dramatically and very hard to find button up shits that didn’t bust open in front. In grade school, about third grade I had stated to develop and I had a one piece zip up outfit on. For some reason, the zipper broke and there I was flashing my third grade class. I was mortified.

  8. I would have been more serious about school and studying. Didn’t really care about school and making good grades. I was a wild child and I didn’t think about the future. As I’ve aged I have noticed that I want to know the what’s, how comes and what fors more each day. The one thing that hasn’t changed is I loved to read then as well as now.

  9. When I was a teen I was subjected to a great deal of criticism from my parents. It was unnecessary and hurtful. At the time I did not talk to them about it but it was within me and still is there. I was not popular, pretty or tall and slim but I studied and wanted to succeed. Perhaps I should have ignored their comments which I did but I can still hear them.

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