Recently, I watched an episode of Living Single that brought back a few memories. Two of the characters, Regine and her boyfriend Keith, were on the roof of Regine's brownstone building, doing laundry. Her mother entered the building looking for her and was directed up there, by one of Regine's neighbors. When she opened the door, she found both of them under some freshly washed sheets -- enjoying themselves. I found myself laughing out loud. Trying to remember if I'd ever been that unlucky.
Throughout my teenage years, up until the age of twenty-two, I've had my few close calls; nothing too major. Sneaking my older neighbor out of the apartment when my mom came home sooner than expected. Trying to act as though nothing was going on when she would call from Panama, to check up on me when my boyfriend was staying the night.
In the midst of removing each other's clothing, hearing keys dangle as they made their way into the key slot. Or, the closest call, my boyfriend on the verge of his peak and having to jump to the cornered couch out of sight, when we heard my mom making her way towards the living room; relieved that she was heading to the bathroom instead.
Yeah, I suppose I've had a few close calls. But NEVER have I been caught in the actual act. But I have caught a few family members. Something I wish I could rewind and erase from my memory dock.
But I honestly don't know how I'd react if that were to ever happen. I'd probably explode with laughter, because I wouldn't believe that was happening. Or just fearful of the visual I'm eluding, from whichever position I was caught in.
What about you? Have you ever been caught in a compromising position? How did you react? Have you lived it down?