E is for Embarrassing

I have a complicated relationship with the concept of embarrassment. I don't generally get embarrassed easily and I'm quite a 'heart on my sleeve' person, in terms of not having much of a poker face and being pretty open with my feelings and peccadilloes. I am quite anxious most of the time at the moment, in terms of worrying about what people think of me a lot of the time, but in general I just do what I do and not let that affect me. In general I am not afraid to laugh at myself and often provide 'comic relief' in otherwise serious situations. This is a list of my top four most embarrassing moments, which aren't regrets for me, in terms of not worrying and dwelling on them and using them as (I think) funny anecdotes in my life.
1) when I first met the director of my work and quite a famous person in my field, I asked her who she was, even though I know who she is and was actually pretty excited to meet her. I just wasn't expecting to meet her literally five minutes after walking in to my first day as a student at the institute. Since then she's always made a point of remembering my name and asking how I'm doing, so it's worked out well in the end.
2) when I first met my David's mum, I'd been drinking and instead of thanking her for preparing a spare bed for me and politely sleeping in it, I decided to use that moment to tell her me and David only needed the one bed!
3) my time in Switzerland was essentially a long catalogue of episodes of funniest home video style pratfalls and faux pas, including slipping on ice in front of about 1,000 people on a busy Saturday morning in front of the bakery in Engelberg to the exasperated cries of 'What are you doing?!?!' from my host family, falling off my bike into a hedge right after trying to convince my second host family that I wouldn't need a helmet, and fighting with my host brother from my third host family to the point of kicking him in the shin, even though I was three years older than him and representing Australia to boot.
4) at uni I sat on a Camembert cheese, which we'd carefully prepared and set out for a celebration and we then couldn't eat because I had completely squashed with my butt.