Getting “Caught in the Act”
March 20th, 2009 by Suzy in the CityI was about eighteen years old. My parents were out of town, so I decided to throw a “small party”, which turned into anything but. After indulging in a few adult beverages, my then-boyfriend and I headed to my room for some “alone time”. Couldn’t have been more than a few minutes when I heard the dreaded knock on the door. I knew my friends wouldn’t bother, so it had to be only one person…
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“Who’s in there with my @*#%&! sister?”
Yea, totally got busted by my older brother. And older brothers are not too fond of punk little boys trying to get into the pants of their little sisters.
The guy made it out alive, but others are not so lucky. A college roommate of mine once told me about a night where she and her boyfriend were getting, er, a little close, when her parents full on busted through her bedroom door. If that weren’t embarrassing enough, her parents then decided to give her a lecture on safe sex and begged her to “wait until marriage.” Well, it was clearly too late for that, and the encounter left her scared and far too wary to ever get frisky in her parents’ house again. Probably a good idea anyway.
Somehow it’s a little less humiliating when it’s a roommate or a friend, but it’s always going to be awkward! A few of my friends once walked in our friend and her boyfriend, and they haven’t been able to look at him the same way since. Is there anyway to save face once you’ve been caught in the act?
I’ve found the best way to address it is to make a joke about it. Ignoring it completely just makes it really awkward for the other people involved. They’ll probably be too embarrassed to even mention it to you (in fact, in most cases I’m sure they shut the door damn fast and walk the other way), but you don’t want it to become the elephant in the room.
Unless, of course, you’re caught by your parents or a relative. In that case, bow your head in shame for a few days and pretend the horrific event never happened.
Have you ever been caught in a “compromising position”?
Tags: Hooking Up, Relationships, Sex
December 14th, 2009 at 3:27 pm
Maybe I’m careless. Maybe I’m an exhibitionist. Either way, I’ve had a couple of walk-ins that were… challenging. The first was in high school. I was 17, maybe 18. My high school sweetheart and I were at my house and had undressed and were in bed. We were curious and had engaged in a little bondage play, but it really was just that. We were mad about each other, and probably would have done anything we thought the other could possibly be interested in. There had been some play with handcuffs, but they were on my bedside table.
Without any warning, my door opened and my mum poked her head in. She had left work early and had come home. My girlfriend was mortified. After a very short period of fumbling, she scooted out the door and on her way home, avoiding my mum who was now in her own room. I stayed in my room, dreading the ride to my evening appointment that my mum would drive me to.
On the way to the appointment, after what felt like an eternity of silence, my mum says, “I hope you are at least being careful.”
Without missing a beat, I replied, “the keys were on the table.”
The second time was a year later when my brother walked in on me with a new girlfriend. After realizing what was happening, he left for a moment and returned with a handful of shaving cream, which he unleashed upon us.