So, I’m walking on a moving walkway on the London underground, you know the kind they have at airports, dressed to the nines, wrap around Japanese skirt, boots, its spring time so I’ve dumped the winter coat in favour of a little Chinese jacket, looking fantastic! It’s late and I’m about to miss the last tube so I do what all Londoners do. Speed walk. They’re all so serious, Londoners that is, walking at top speed to get from A to B. Anyway, so I’m walking on the walkway, very fast and I feel something tickling my legs. I dust it off and carry on with a real fear of missing the train. A little while later I feel something tickling me around my knees and I dust it off and carry on. Still later, the tickling persists and so I look down. Gasp! My skirt has fallen off and is wrapped around my ankles. Red-faced I turn around and there’s three Japanese tourists behind me, struggling to keep up as I’m really tall and I take really long steps, clambering to get out the camera and take a picture! Oh well I had a good laugh and giggled all the way home……
must have been a really comfortable skirt since you didn’t realize it was falling off…
and it couldn’t have been that embarassinf if you laughed at it.
My mother always told me to wear good knickers. Could have been a lot worse.
What’s to be embarrassed about? You still had your boots on didn’t you? 
You girls are so lucky. All you can lose is your skirt. Nothing like walking around in a 3 piece suit, trying to look suave, - with your fly unzipped. 
I’m sure glad I gave up on having any dignity or showing any class at all. Saves me from explanation and embarrassment at the same time.
JT
You’re right! Ain’t nothin’ wrong with exposin’ myself to a buncha strangers. As long as I got my boots on! Gees, what was I thinkin’?
Reminds me of a party I was at a few years ago, when this hot woman kept looking at me, smiling, and giving me the “up and down” as I was dressed to the 9’s. She walks on over, where I’m talking to a few people, puts her hand on my shoulder, turns me around, draws me near her, and
and whispers in my ear “I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of everyone, so walk away and pull up your fly when you get the chance.”
Without missing too much of a beat, I whispered back “No thanks. It’s my way of getting gorgeous women to approach me. See? It worked.”
And the rest is history.
Unfortunately, in this case, “history” means she smiled, backed away, and didn’t speak to me the rest of the night till she bumped into me on her way out and saw I HAD zipped up. After she commented on that, I said something to the effect of “the open zipper not only attracts gorgeous women, it makes the next step so much easier. Now that THAT’S over and done with, it was time to zip up.”
At least that’s what I WANTED to say. I can’t remember the exact words, but I’m sure it didn’t come out as well as I had hoped, as she had an expression I can’t describe even to this day. And after that, she truly was history… 
Psyque:
I have some information for you that might be useful for a young man who actively dates. You can apply this technique at clubs and bars, where ever there is dancing, really.
First, there must be loud music.
Now, you spot a girl across the floor that you want to approach. If you feel that she is “out of your league,” or “snobby,” yet also that there is a slim chance of gaining her admiration, I have a contingency plan that works every time.
You walk up to her and say at a moderate volume: “would you like to dance?”
Three things can happen here.
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She says no politely.
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She says yes.
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She says no impolitely.
In case number 3, here is the solution.
When she says “pffft, I hightly doubt it,” you look at her confused and say “no, you misunderstand. I said you look fat in those pants.”
And walk away.
She believes you because the music was too loud and you purposely spoke to softly for her to make it out, yet she assumes that you are confronting her flirtatiously, and you get your answer.
Works every time.
LOL detrop!
In fact, as a married man who still goes out dancing from time to time (not much now), I rarely ask women to dance. I just enjoy the state of mind I am in (or the state of being out of my mind) and dance away. Some women come up to dance with me b/c I dance pretty well (maybe it’s my age/era, but my style has been likened to Michael Jackson/Jackson Browne/Beck (he’s got SOME good moves!)/ipod commercial dancers (and one bastard friend threw in “Kevin Bacon from footloose”… ), and then I usually just dance with them a bit and stay in my own space (they probably think I’m either gay, trippin’ on stuff far harder than I am really on, or just not into them…).
Being married and not wanting to create undue drama in my life, if I feel like talking to someone at the club, I just ask things such as “when you’re dancing, are you trying to attract men most with your ass or your breasts?” They are a bit surprised, but I just keep a straight face and play it completely “professionally.” I haven’t had a problem yet.
But now, I think I might want to try your line, just for the fun of it. However, the opposite once happened at my friend’s gig. There was this one woman who was an amazing dancer (actually threw in “high side kicks” and a bunch of other moves I’ve never seen anyone else try). We danced together for a while, and after, while catching my breath, I said to her “you’re an assassin on that floor” (part of my rule of talking to women at clubs is that I can’t rehearse anything and have to say the first thing that comes to mind; usually works well, though alcohol etc. can sometimes lay the best plans to waste (a la my perhaps bungled “closed zipper” line above). Noise also doesn’t help, b/c I yelled that thing several times before she finally yelled back “You want to put WHAT in my ass?!” At least in THIS case, the woman stuck around long enough for some more fun (dancing! Oh people…people…)
Yes, I can see why all this is very embarrassing!
It shall only be a matter of time before the entire Japanese population has seen Ms. Liquidangel’s knickers thanks to the internet and a few tourists.
Actually, I’ve already downloaded the pix and am using them in my class tonight on “exhibitionism”–liquidangel, you’ve got some bad ass calves babe! Do you ride a bike? The rest of your legs are fine too, but GREAT definition in the calves…
And liquidangel suffers another embarrassing moment…
Hey psyque,
Post the link. Surely you want to share with all of her “friends”!
JT
Ummm…I WOULD post the pix, but I’ll have to clean them up first. Ummm…they have a few stains on them now that are…errr…uhhhh…ummmm…COFFEE…yeah, THAT’s it…COFFEE. Let me clean up the COFFEE stains and then send them out… 
You’ve got the wrong pictures psyque.
a) I was wearing boots.
b) The pictures are of my ass.
Sorry you messed um…er… ‘coffee’ all over the wrong pics dude!
Hmmm…what I thought were some amazing calves were, apparently, some phenomenally tuned set of gluteus maximii… 
Justin Timberlake ripped my top off during a live television performance once. Maybe you folks have heard about it.
New embarrassing moment: Describing my dancing as a cross including JACKSON Browne…I meant JAMES Browne…Teach me to drink and write (of course, that slip-up was probably one of the lesser embarrassing parts of my alcohol-induced post…I’d delete, but then I might incur the wrath of Vort… )