chicken fillets, great escapes...........................ummm, I have got nothing lol
I think I can get in the running... though why I want to share an embarrassing story on a public forum is beyond me...
I went dancing wearing a super-low cut shirt that I use body tape (how I love body tape!) to tape to my skin to secure in place. I danced that evening with a Cuban guy that I'd just met, who wonder of wonders -- likes to dance close & flirt. Since I think both of those things are fine as long as it's respectful & everyone know 'the score', that was fine. We danced a few songs throughout the eve & then danced a merengue, I think, so there was lots of side to side motion going on, real close... Meanwhile, he's giving me deep looks, flirting pretty hard, etc. We broke apart for a second and he reached down to my breast... (!)... I started to slap his hand away only to discover that my boob was hanging out of my shirt (only visible to both of us, I think/hope, b/c we were still pretty close, & covered by a pastie, but still!) and he was almost clinically pulling my shirt back to cover me up, immediately switching away from any flirt energy as though he were suddenly my doctor! He then, of course, proceeded to declare that he was a respectful guy, since he recognized & was appalled at what I had mistook it for...
Somehow I don't wear that shirt often anymore... And when I do wear things that have/need body tape reinforcement, I take friction into account!