Dotsie, that night I had several dance partners. The majority of the guys were 50's and older. The one that I happened to be dancin with when I was "slippen and slidden" was in his 40's. I was 48 at the time. I remember his name was Brad but can't for the life of me remember his last name.
My fear is one day I will see him on the street and he will say "Hey, don't I know you?" "Weren't you the lady I was dancin with that pulled her slip off at the Plaza?" Makes me sound like a hooker : )

Dotsie
This was a very nice restaurant...the people just looked at me like I was crazy...a couple of the guys chuckled and the woman laughed as well....the guy I was with looked at me with his hands up as if to say "I don't know her"....and the other people just laughed...I got off the phone and said " Did I just say what I thought my ears heard"...they all said YUP!!!

Pepper, I love people who can laugh at themselves! I seem to spend a lot of time doing that, personally.

Dotsie
I laugh at myself alot!!! I think that is what keeps me sane....
Too many other things to be concerned about in this world..I try to laugh alot during the day and I try to make at least one person laugh a day or in the very least chuckle...

My funniest (or most embarrassing) moment would have to be the Sunday I had a date for dinner. We met at the Sunset Casino. I was wearing a brand new bright orange pantsuit that was quite stylish if I must say so myself. The jacket was very long, nearly to my knees, like the old Neru jackets. It had gold spangles from the pockets and collar. The slacks were tailored. I wore backless, toeless clear 2 inch heels with orange and gold trim, and gold jewelry. My date commented on how beautiful I looked and we went in to dinner. Near the end of dinner I felt really weird and got up to go to the restroom, I made it to the outer door before all hell broke lose.(so to speak) My slacks were ruined and I was trying to wash them in the toilet along with my underwear. It took me quite awhile and my date sent someone in to see if I was alright or even still there I guess. Talk about embarassed. Well to make a long story short, I walked out of that restroom, my head held high, wearing wet undies, the slacks I threw away so as not to have to carry them and that long jacket that almost came to my knees. He looked at me quizingly as if he noticed something was missing but wasn't quite sure. I headed for the door, my car and home. My pulse was pounding and I was in the midst of an anxiety attack and there I was laughing my butt off wondering what I'd have done if not for that long camouflageing jacket??

Oh my Chatty, I think that would take the cake! I went to lunch one day with a girlfriend, got out of the car, and the same thing happened. I normally always have a plastic bag under the seet of my car now!

Sherri

Well if all I did was pee it would have been alright but unfortunately without any real warning and not a pamper in sight, LOL, the worst possible thing happened, I messed my pants. Never happened before and never since, as if once wasn't enough. At first I refused to go anywhere for months in case it happened again but then slowly got my nerve back and ventured out. I always wear black now when out, not bright orange, especially for dinner. For awhile I carried an extra pair of slacks in my purse. That was several years ago but the memory lingers on and I can laugh about it now. Never did find out why it happened.

I know what you mean, and I know if I've been very stressed, I carry spare underwear. I also make sure know where the bathrooms are when I go somewhere, and like you, seldom wear light colored pants.

Oh, you ladies! I've hurt myself laughing!

I've got a good one for you. LONG time ago, I was a very young 17, blonde and blue-eyed, and typical of that age. I realize now that even though I was incredibly critical of myself back then and didn't consider myself much to look at I was really pretty attractive.

My friends and I hung out in a hole in the wall coffee shop in the evenings debating whatever subject struck our fancy. The "regulars" in there consisted mostly of retired gentlemen that came in to socialize with other retired folk. They enjoyed listening to our group and would occasionally interject their opinions.

The day of infamy...a hot trend in clothing back then was those cute little tops with shirring across the bodice. All the girls wore them, especially girls like me with rather small perky ones, and without wearing a bra. Mine consistently crept up, probably from not having enough to hold the darn thing in place. Anyway, after several gentle tugs to reposition it, aggravation took over and I tugged too hard. Needless to say, out popped my rather modest breasts, in front of a mixed crowd of my peers! Those that weren't looking at me at that exact instance still got a good look due to my involuntary shriek of horror causing all eyes to immediately take it all in. At the same instance, an old (at the time) man of about 50 fell out of his booth onto the floor holding his chest! Everyone jumped up to go to his rescue, including me with my breasts now safely tucked back away in my top, only to see the old fart smiling from ear to ear! Once we were all standing directly over him he looked me right in the eyes and said, "Honey, you need to keep those locked up! You'll give us old Geezers a heart attack whipping them out like that!"

I've never been so humiliated in my life! I left immediately, went straight home and changed, never to wear that top again. My friends razzing me for several weeks after that was a walk in the park after having suffered the embarrassment the old guy dished out. I was never able to look him in the eye again. I still haven't decided if he was a pervert or just a clown looking for a laugh.

Tami

Tami when reading this I thought perhaps this old gentlemen did this to avert peoples attention from your little problem to himself, giving you a chance to fix things...Kind of like an old knight in rusty armor...