I was around 10 years old when I obtained my black belt in Tae Kwon Do. An impressive achievement that placed me at a higher Peking level than that of my friends engaged in the same training.

Basically, I was the boss of them. Whoohoo! What 10 yr-old girl didn't want to rule the boys that ruthlessly teased her?

One time I was leading the class and we were 'free fighting'. This activity required the use of padded gear: head guard, mouth guard, arm guard, chest guard, cup...

Yes. Cup. And being the only girl, I too had to wear a cup. No biggie, we all wore the same gear.

The problem was I didn't know the Stork gave boys and girls DIFFERENT gear.

So when one of my friends (a cocky fellow who relished in giving me a hard time) started goofing off, I got pissed. He put his head guard on his leg, his shin guard on his arm, and his cup over his mouth (eew). I wasted no time walking up to him and rearranging his stuff. Even as far as helping with his cup.

Now this guy was probably 14 or 15 at the time. And as I tried to place the cup on him, it wouldn't fit! So I kept pushing and adjusting and generally making things worse. I remember looking up at his stoic face and following his deer-in-the-headlights stare to the others in the group.

Everyone was in shock. It was quite obvious I had no idea that he had some extra part I lacked or that 'the part' I didn't know existed was 'altered' at the moment.

I imagine my audience was thinking "Who's going to tell her?". And luckily, one of the mothers quickly intervened and we had nice little chat. (hey, I was an only child. Where WOULD I have picked up this tidbit?)

Armed with this new knowledge I had a very hard time facing "the boys" again.

I thought I was over the incident until recently reminded of this guy when he sent me a friend request on Facebook.

Um, ignore.