You're a troublemaker

No one has ever said that phrase to me.  And I doubt they ever will.

I guess you could say I'm a bit of a good girl.

I've never been one who gets drunk on a regular basis. I've never been interested in picking up random guys.  I follow most of the state and federal laws.  Yeah, I probably seem pretty lame, huh?  I've been called that plenty of times, so if you want to call me that, go right ahead.

That's not to say I've always walked the straight and narrow.

During my high school cheerleading days, one of our favorite ways to celebrate a basketball win was to ride home from the game with no bloomers on.  That's right, just our skirts and underthings (which were usually thongs).  This was fine until the night one of the coaches joked about tossing me and one of the guys into the ball pit in the McDonald's play area.  That would not have been cool.

I drank before I was 21, but I'm pretty sure a lot of people do that, so I'm not sure it's considered risque.

In college, I used to sneak booze into the football games.  And I may or may not have done this last year.

Honestly.  I'm trying to think of anything else I've done that borders on "trouble," and I'm coming up with nothing.   

(Note to my friends: If you have stories, please text me before you post them in the comments so I can confirm or deny such reports.)

I'm guess I'm just a good girl.  Or at least I'm pretty sure that's how most people see me, but I think there's are some sides of me no one has seen.  Or at least I'd like to think there are.  Even though I'm pretty much an open book, I think there are still a lot of unread chapters. (How's that for an analogy?)

Sometimes I wonder what it'd be like to be a little wilder. Would I feel more carefree? Would I be more interesting?  Would I be happier? Would people like me more?

I'm not sure I'll ever know the answers to any of those questions because ... well, I am who I am.  I'm a good girl, and I'm good with that.  I like me, and so does everyone who matters.

Are you a good girl (or boy, I guess) or a troublemaker?

What's the naughtiest thing you've done?