So my most recent awkward moment happened this last week. Pretty Roomie and her Special Friend were out on a date. According to PR, he doesn't even like her. According to the rest of the Roomies, he's head-over-heels. Anyway, PR and SF were out.
Athletic Roomie and I were chillin' on the couch, watching tv. It is common practice for me to strip off my clothing as I relax on the sofa after a long day at work. This may just mean taking off my sweater and shoes, or it may mean I sit there in my bra and underwear. On this particular day, I wriggled out of only my bra and I flung it away. That thing was getting really scratchy and uncomfortable to wear. So there I sat in my tank and sweats.
It was 8 o'clock. The front door opened. I heard Pretty Roomie. I thought of teasing her about Special Friend, but then it occurred to me that he might be there. I was watching a rousing boxing match at that time and before I could even turn around I heard his voice, "Who's winning?"
"Uh, the guy in the black shorts." I replied. SuddenlyI realized I wasn't wearing a bra and I was sitting there in my strappy tank. I slid my knees up and hugged them. Then it hit me. If I wasn't wearing the bra, where was it?!
Gah! I looked around the room. There lay the bra on the arm of the sofa in plain sight. The bright turquoise and flowered bra was right in front of SF's nose!
I didn't know what to do. I panicked, and springing from my seat, flung myself at the other couch, banging my knee badly on the way. I swooped down upon said bra and fairly flew to my room all the way down the hall. Athletic Roomie was reading in the back room. Between laughs, I told her my whole terrible plight.
At this time, I wasn't exactly sure what to do now. Should I hide in my room until SF left? Or should I just nonchalantly walk back into the front room and pretend nothing happened? I opted for choice number two... but NOT before I threw on a tee-shirt.