Monday, October 08, 2007

Overexposed

Time: Yesterday afternoon

Place: Victoria's Secret

Yours truly was taking advantage of their fall sale.

After rummaging around in their totally unorganized bins (SO irritating to look through! What happened to the tables organized by size???), I had an armful of bras to try on. I headed to the dressing room.

Bra after bra was disqualified: too big, too small, too complicated, made my boobs look funny, not supportive enough...etc.

But the last bra....well, that was a different story. It was supportive, easy to put on, relatively comfortable, fit well......and it was dead sexy. A black lace bra, hot enough to put the rest of my bras to shame.

"Hmmm...." I thought, with a sly little smile on my lips. "I know someone who might like to see this...."

And I whipped out my cell phone. I was going to take a little preview pic and send it to CN via the wonders of modern technology.

"Click!" said the camera.

"*Giggle*" said I.

"Send!" said the button.

"Message sent!" said the phone.

I got dressed again and went out to get in line to pay. As I was leaving the store, I realized it had been a few minutes, and I hadn't heard from CN. Not to flatter myself, but I was expecting SOME kind of a reaction.

"Hmmm...maybe his phone isn't equipped to receive pictures, because he must have gotten it..." I thought. "Right???"

Oh.

God.

I quickly fumbled around in my purse, frantically searching for my phone. I grabbed it, opened it up and began looking at my text message history.

"Oh-my-gawd-if-I-sent-that-to-the-wrong-person-I-will-die!!!!" I thought.

WHEW. I sent it to CN and only CN.

So why hadn't he replied or reacted in any way??? I mean, I'm not taking jetty shots in the dressing room for my health! Argh.

I got home and began baking some pumpkin bread for CN's dad (he's sick, remember). I glanced out my kitchen window -- CN's friend The Runner was over at his house. They were probably watching football. By the time I had the pumpkin bread in the oven, The Runner had left.

My phone beeped -- I had a new text message from CN.

"Well, it's about time," I thought.

I opened the message:

"The Runner liked your boobs."

!!!!!

I figured he was kidding, so I told him he was in big trouble for showing the pic to The Runner. A little later, CN came over to get the pumpkin bread, and he filled me in on what had happened.

"Yeah, um, The Runner was helping me get my tv cables all figured out, because we were playing video games, and he was actually sitting RIGHT next to me when you sent that pic to my phone. I took my phone out of my pocket when you sent the pic. So um....he saw it. Kinda...." CN trailed off.

*shock and disbelief on my part*

"WHAT????!!!" I shouted.

"Oh, and I know he saw it, because he took one look at it and asked me: 'Um, do you need me to leave so you can take care of that?' " CN continued.

Oh.

My.

Gawd.

I turned beet red. I will never be able to look The Runner in the eye again. I began wailing at my own bad judgement. Stupid, stupid, stupid VB. Dumb idea. Dumb, dumb, dumb!!!!

"It's ok! Don't be embarrassed! It's not a big deal! Just give me a heads up next time, ok?" CN said, trying to make me feel better. "But hey, would you care if I set my phone so that's the photo that comes up on my phone every time you call me?"

Oh for Pete's sake.....

16 comments:

Phantom Hater said...

Well, since the picture has probably traveled across the internet by now, you might as well post the picture on your blog. ;)

I always thought the bargain bins in VS were kinda weird. A buncha women rummaging around through panties. I couldn't imagine guys doing the same thing with boxers.

Megan said...

That is one funny story!

Glad to hear that things are going so good for you two.

Coco said...

That is hilarious! I love it.
Don't get too worked up-it's just boobs, and they weren't even fully exposed. Nothing more than if it were a bikini top, really . . .
:) Besides, The Runner probably has an even BETTER opinion of you now. lol

Fluffycat said...

I have a hatred of those crazy bins at VS during sale times, but they were pretty good for the latest sale and I managed to find a few things in my size.

At least it was just a bra pic.. that's kind of like a bathing suit, you know.

Becky at lifeoutoffocus said...

LOL i know that was horrible for you but hilarious for us as readers!

cmk said...

Modern technology...gotta love it! :D

GrewUpRural said...

I have to agree, those bins at VS suck. Thank you for the laugh while I am stuck at home working today.

Anonymous said...

At least the picture went to the intended recipient, and not your boss or an ex!

Smug said...

I have been having the worst possible day - you just turned it all around for me :) I can't thank you enough for making me laugh!!!

Southern (in)Sanity said...

Good grief!!! Two guys complimenting your boobs .. and you want to act like this??????


:)


Just kidding. But, hey, that's a chance you take when you send random pictures like that.

If you want to send it to me, I promise I will NOT show it to anyone else or make it the picture for your phone number.

Unknown said...

every guy who reads that will want to see the pic. just for the record.

Its not the end of the world. If you were naked and/or doing something that could be embarrassing, then sure, but its just a pic in a bra, even if its a very sexy bra. Don't sweat it. I'm sure runner is wishing he had a girl who would txt him sexy pictures.

When Darkness Falls... said...

How funny! I've had a similar experience lol and it can be quite embarrassing! But hey, if you looked good and you weren't totally exposed then it's not that bad! Did you make him erase it?

VS sale bins do suck - until you find the "prize" you were looking for!

Stuck said...

You're such a ho. =)

SassyAssy said...

That needs to go down in the dating books as a classic story! I love it! Walk proud next time you see The Runner--you got it going on.

teahouse said...

ROFL..

Ok, I might be confused but I don't know who the Runner is..I'm assuming it's one of CN's friends?

Sam said...

Totally embarrassing.