I'll just go right out and tell you without any preamble or apology: I once wet my pants. It was in my early twenties, a fourth date where we'd had a couple drinks, and as we were heading back to his apartment to make out, I was laughing really hard while he was fumbling with the key-and I simply couldn't hold it.
How that date ended: in a cab with me wearing a giant pair of his flannel PJ pants that had Santas on them. We never went out again. We didn't stop talking-and we did make potential plans a few times, but we never followed through. I didn't want to. Even though I tried to laugh it off, I could really never ever get over it-it seriously haunted me, even more than the time my boot zippers stuck together and caused me to trip on the pavement in front of a date and the time that I got half an hour into a date before we both realized we were with the wrong people (blind date mix-up and a total story for another time!)
Confession time: What was the most embarrassing thing you've ever done on a date?
Anyway, the other day, I found an essay written by a guy who confessed that he's wet the bed-twice-while having a romantic sleepover. Yikes! That, in my opinion, is far worse, right? Right?
I forwarded the essay to a friend with "Match made in Heaven?" in the title. Her response? "More like a match made in Huggies!"
Ha! But it made me glad I wasn't the only person to have that problem occur on a date. And, since misery loves company, I have to ask-what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?
Posted by Alice
Reprinted with Permission of Hearst Communications, Inc.
