One of my most embarrassing moments happened in the 1950's. When our many children were younger, we could not afford a lot of entertainment outside of the home, so we invited our good friends, Paul and Bette Parker, over to play cards. They had four children all close to the age of ours. We alternated going to each others homes every Wednesday night. When the children went off to play, we'd set up the card table in the living room and played Rook or Canasta.
Now one has to remember, I have been a barefoot "Okie" since I was a small girl and to this day, I kick off my shoes as soon as I enter our home. My embarrassment came about one night, while we were sitting at the card table. Of course my shoes were off as usual. Wayne sat to my left of the card table, Paul to the right and Bette across from me. I began rubbing my bare foot up and down Wayne's hairy leg. As time went on, I got a little carried away and rubbed my foot a little further up his leg under his jeans. It was soothing to feel the wiry hair on my bare foot. I continued my foot massage for quite some time.
After a long while, Paul looked at me with a wide sheepish grin and said "Lois, I wish you would quit rubbing my leg." After my astonishment subsided, I immediately turned beet red. I quickly looked under the table and sure enough, I had been rubbing Paul's leg all of this time, not Wayne's!
I did notice that Paul had glanced at me several times while I was rubbing his leg, but I assumed he was trying to decide what hand of cards I held. Now, I know he had to be wondering if I was making a move on him. I never won another hand of cards the rest of the evening.