I first met my current boyfriend on the internet, (we have now been together for 3 years)and the first time we agreed to meet he came to see me. We did the usual things, walk around looking at the sights, get to know eachother face to face and then we were off to a bar.

Everything went fine, we had a few drinks and as I started to feel a little tipsy we decided it was time to head home. Needless to say things went down hill from there.

As we left I started to get the feeling of needing the toilet but it wasn't an emergency so I kept on walking instead of going back (I was sure we'd be home any minute and I could 'do my business' there) But, with my rilliant luck we got lost and that slight feeling turned into the greatest need to pee I had EVER experienced. (my boyfriend had no idea I even need to go)

FINALLY we were just a few feet minutes from home and I was almost running when the most embarrassing moment of my adult life came. He ran over, full of love and lifted me high above the ground. I have never liked being picked up and promptly screamed for him to put me down .. but guess what happened?

As I let the scream go I also let something else go with it and it made it's way into my pants. I tried so hard to stop but to no avail, I had wet myself in his arms! PRAYING he didn't noticed I stormed off home, pretending to be mad at him when instead all I wanted was to change my soiled pants. He never spoke of it and I certainly didn't, but I sometimes wish I could ask if he knew or not.