Mortified

One word I don't use often is "mortified," but that's exactly what I was last Saturday night. I wanted to see The Reader forever and I figured that Saturday night I would do just that. So I threw on some clothes, literally, and headed out the door for the theatre to meet up with friends. I wanted to exercise. I don't live far from the theatre, 20 mins away to be exact. But I also don't live far from my former university, either, 4 mins away to be exact.

So I go to the theater looking like shit, well, at least by my standards. I don't really wear makeup much anymore because this is my face, deal with it. I also don't dress like I'm hitting the runway in order to do the simplest of tasks. Living in soCal, this makes me a rebel. So anyway, I go to the theater, I'm running a little late so I had to do a lil hustling, which didn't exactly help me to look any hotter. I arrive. I'm in line with friends when I suddenly hear a very familiar voice behind me. It's my former teacher talking to some chick he's going on a date with at the movies. I'm completely mortified.

To understand why this was so irksome you must know the context. I had a crush on said teacher, which really isn't saying much, I have a crush on everyone. But he also threatened to expel me from school. Now I won't say why, I'll leave it open-ended because it sounds all scandalous and the possibilities are endless. It was a stressful time to say the least. I remember telling some friends, "All of this can be resolved with a blowjob!" How right I was! It was resolved! :) But, no, a BJ was not my saving grace. As I said, I'm not disclosing the details of what went down.

So, as you can imagine, he is one of the last people that I would like to run into while rockin' my getup which was nothing less than Absolute Trash Chic. I hear his very familiar voice, I've taken semester after semester with him, enrolling in his various classes. I slowly turn around, very slowly. It's him. Shit!

He's standing right behind me. I'm not so sure if he saw me when I turned around though. Being the rocket scientist genius person that I am, I move my friends and I over to the only other line, one on his left. I don't tell them what's going on. They don't need to know right now. "I'll tell you later." I knew they'd stare at him and be way obvious. I then try to hide. Like I said, I'm a genius. So I put my hoodie on in the warm soCal "winter" weather. I didn't put the hood on, though, but I toss my hair to the side, put my hoodie on over my clothes and purse and zip it up, hence making it impossible for me to retrieve my effing money, but I was desperately trying to hide. I begin sending text messages to myself while I feel his eyes on me the entire time. He's only standing in the line about 2 feet away from me, gazing at me and my Absolute Trash Chic texting ass. I look at him and he looks away before he starts staring at me again. So embarrassed.

Me and him made nice after his threats to get me removed from the campus weren't put into action. I respect him greatly and I'd love to run into him, but not while he's on a date with some broad! It was really a disgusting course of events and I dunno why the college kids and teachers all have to hang out in the same spots. Aaaahhhh.