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Embarrassing Story #2: My Alex from Target

It's time for another embarrassing story!

Yaaaaaay!

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One day, I decided to go bra shopping.

My mom came with me because she needed to buy clothes and whatever, so she picked this shop we always go to.

She happened to pick the shop where the guy I had a crush on worked at.

I can imagine how you guys could tell this was going downhill real fast.

Anyways!

So this guy, he was a cashier. He was around my age, really cute. I knew him and he knew me, cuz you know, we went to this shop. A lot.

Not that I was really complaining cuz I got to see him. A lot.

After I picked out some bras, and after whatever the hell mom wanted to get, we went to pay for our stuff.

That day, the shop was packed so there were long lines. But there was one line that was short and the customer just finished paying for their stuff.

Guess who was the one behind the cash register?

Guess!!

Sigh.

It was the guy I liked.

I told my mom that we won't pay for our stuff to that cashier since we stepped foot in this place. I told her from the very beginning.

But no! My mother is a very impatient woman, and she just wanted to get it over with. So she basically dragged me, with my basket of bras in hand, and slammed it against the counter so he could scan it.

You'd think "he got used to scanning bras, it's not a big of a deal."

You're wrong. Very, truly, extremely wrong.

After he scanned some clothes my mom had bought, it was time for him to scan the shitload of bras that I've bought.

Let me tell you guys something that will help you understand a little bit: I'm a girl, obviously. Girls grow up to young ladies; and when they grow up, their bodies grow up as well—

The point is: my boob size is bigger than what is considered average for my young age and skinny body, at the time.

Anyways...

He literally picked up one of the bras, kept staring at it, and then glanced at me with so much curiosity. Then as expected, his eyes went back and forth between the bra and my chest.

Then he proceeded to smile at me and nodded his head impressively.

My thoughts? Kill meeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!

My very helpful mother's response? She started to laugh.

So yes, the guy I liked found out my bra size that day. He also found out that I really liked cartoon-patterned bras.

My lesson learned?

Never go to places with cute employees.

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I would like to thank my mom, because she helped me through this traumatizing event....by laughing at me in front of the guy I liked.

During the whole ride back home, I kept scolding mom and blamed her for humiliating me.

But I got over the whole thing and I just laugh at the memory because I was really really awkward and embarrassed.

Embarrassing memories are the best memories.

Read ya later!