misterbonkers asked: Tell me an embarassing story. Preferably a juicy one.

So one time in sixth grade, there was this dance, right? And I was still young enough that I thought dances were cool. So, me and my friend at the time, Kathryn, were at the dance, and she was a tall girl, right? Like the tallest girl in the class. (It was especially funny because I am so short.)

So, she wants to dance, but she wants to dance with a boy taller than her. Which is only one boy: Jordan. She’s scared, so she asks me to ask him.

I, like the fearless friend that I am, march over and ask him, to which he stammers yes.

I come back with my assent, preening in my victory, and we were excited.

Until, of course, the next song comes on, and he comes up to ME. He thought I wanted to dance with him (which was dumb because I very specifically said that Kathryn wanted to).

I was grossed out by this (didn’t particularly like him) and was like, ugh, no, and so he went away, mortified, Kathryn was mortified, and I was mortified. As mortified, of course, as only 12 year olds can be.

So there you go. Not particularly juicy but embarrassing enough that I still kind of blush when I think about it.