Nothing to see here!
by Cheryl, posted on September 2nd, 2010 in Mama Kat's Writing Workshop
It was early fall and my then-boyfriend and I decided to go to a nearby state park.
The place is called Gay City (I have no idea why, I’m sure there’s some history behind it, and if I wasn’t so lazy and didn’t have to get up to run in less than seven hours, I might actually google it) (okay, fine, I’m too much of a reporter, I had to at least look it up, so here’s the Wikipedia link if you’re interested) and of course the name made us giggle when we were 12.
It’s out in rural Connecticut and has a beach and a lake where you can swim, and other parts of the lake where pretty much only your dog would swim. There are huge grassy areas with volleyball nets and picnic tables and plenty of wooded trails on which to hike.
At least, that’s how it was back in the early 90′s, after I’d graduated from college and we went back there.
So my boyfriend and I head over to spend a couple hours hanging out. Because there’s nothing much more beautiful than a warm early-fall day in New England, you know?
After an hour or so of lounging on the beach, we got up and walked along the lake and back into the woods. The path was carpeted in moss and soft dead leaves and we had to step carefully over roots that ran from the tall oak trees across the worn trail. We heard only birds and didn’t see another person out on the trails.
It was so quiet, we, um, apparently heard – loud and clear – the call of the wild. I’m talking THAT wild.
We barely moved off the path before we pulled down what clothes need to be pulled down. We started going at it right there on the carpet of moss and soft dead leaves and then my boyfriend stopped abruptly and said something along the lines of “Holy shit! Someone’s coming!”
He wasn’t talking about me, either. I mean, not yet, anyway. And not this time, because I looked, too, and, yes, there was in fact a couple walking towards us on the trail.
Who clearly had seen us.
Because they also abruptly stopped and pretended to be fascinated by something up in a tree.
Underwear was yanked back up. Shorts were jerked into place.
We sat there.
Nothing to see here!
They walked past us.
I glanced up.
And looking right at me?
Was my former high school Spanish teacher.
Hola, Senorita Conaty!
This post was based on the prompt, “Why were you mortified? Write about a true embarrassing moment as though it was happening in slow motion” from Mama Kat’s writers workshop.
Tags: gay city state park, most embarrassing moment, the call of the wild
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Cheryl Reply:
September 2nd, 2010 at 10:03 am
Oh, it was!
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