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.....