Well...That's Emburrassinnnn.

I could probably fill an entire month's worth of posts on my embarrassing moments. Most of them involve cold sweats and an immediate need for a bathroom that is evading me when I need them stat. Or there is the one where I ended up face down, bum up with my dress around my head in a restaurant. 

But, til I am ready dish allll the details on those lovely adventures, I will go with this particular instance. It is still pretty cringe worthy. Or at least it was at the time. Now it is pretty damn funny. 

This was about 15 years ago and I was on a date with a guy that I had just started seeing. Things were going pretty well and I excused myself to go to the restroom. The restaurant was packed and I managed to meander my way through the throngs of people in the bar to the back where the bathrooms were and ducked in. Seeing no line,  I headed straight to the stall. 

As I am using the restroom, I hear people coming in and then loud urinating but no one is next to me in either stall and so I am slightly perplexed. I just think there must have been stalls I didn't notice when I walked in and didn't think on it too much more.

Until...

Someone finally used the stall next to me. And they began coughing. And I had the distinct thought that this cough was really masculine. and so my eyes glanced to the feet next to me and I discovered they very obviously belonged to a man. I couldn't believe this guy had gone into the wrong restroom and finished up as quickly as I could before he began his business.  Cause don't nobody want to hear that.

Only when I exited my stall and headed to wash my hands, did I come face to face with my date...as he was turning away from the urinal and zipping his pants up...We both just stared at each other for a few seconds, neither saying a word before I ran the heck out of there. 

As I sit back at the table trying to conjure up a reason for what happened, I realize that in my beeline to get out of there, I didn't wash my hands and that he saw that. and all I could think was that he would think I was an idiot, and a dirty one at that. 

He comes back to the table and in the most serious voice looks at me and says "Men's room, huh? Anything you need to tell me? and just like that we were both laughing hysterically. 

But my face still gets red almost fifteen years later just thinking about the moment when I realized what I had done. 

And it may have happened once again since then, luckily I was by myself and not on a date. But seriously, how am I supposed to know the difference between a guy rocket and a girl one. Or these squiggly lines. Can they just say men or women? When I am in emergency level...I don't have time to think which is which. 

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