I have to say that one of my most embarassing moments was:

--One day on the city bus heading home, I was talking to this really cute guy from work. [SIDE NOTE: I have this disorder that when I get nervous my hands sweat. Really sweat.] So there I was, nervous because I was talking to a cute guy, holding the pole because I was standing on the crowded bus and he was sitting, and out of nowhere, (well, maybe not NOwhere) a drop of sweat lands on the guy's leg. Sweat... from my hand. And he saw it. And there was NOTHING I could do in that situation to ease his disgust. So I just stood there mortified and wiping my hands on my jeans and they just wouldn't get dry enough for me to continue holding this gawddamn pole that doesn't absorb hand sweat.

I was a little shaky standing there while the bus was screeching to a stop and I was being jerked around and all the while I'm thinking: "I wonder if I could have surgery on my hands to remove my sweat glands."

And right now my hands are sweating just thinking about that moment.

And no, never talked to the guy again. You'd think he'd be able to laugh about it considering he's human and all.