This happened when I was in
high school (around the age of 16, I think)--
I had been dating this guy for about four months, and our
relationship seemed to be slowly going down the drain. To
spice things up, I decided one day that I was going to write him the most
X-rated letter I could possibly come up with. Well, I wrote it and gave it to him, and he loved it. All went back to being wonderful...
Until his
little brother, who was a freshman at the time, got his hands on said letter. He decided, "Wouldn't it be great if I take this to school with me, and show it to all my friends?" Even then, that wouldn't have been so bad, since I wasn't friends with any
freshmen, and I'm sure none of them knew who I was.
Well,
the bastard lost the letter. On the
school bus.
The same school bus that the track team used later that day to go to a meet. Turns out, someone on the team found the letter, stood up, and read it at the top of their lungs to the entire bus. Oh, and did I mention that about 75% of the
track team at the time was people from my
grade? And that they all knew me?
And that I had signed the letter using my full name?
On the day of my
graduation, the guy I was assigned to sit next to, whom I hardly knew, turned to me and said, "Wait, you're the girl who wrote that porn letter to Andrew, weren't you?"
Oh, the horror.