I only blush when I’m mortified, which is not the same thing as embarrassment…quite. Along with this goes the racing heart, and sweating. Not fun.
Wine also makes me blush (and makes my arms and eyelids itch). I think it’s a reaction to the sulfites. I’ve nearly given up wine because of this.
I blush relatively easily, although it’s gotten better since I’ve gotten older. I’m a lawyer, and I handle a fair number of personal injury cases that require me, in deposition, to ask questions that are quite personal. I know that I have to ask them, and (generally) the witness knows I have to ask them (if you sue claiming loss of sexual function, for example, guess what I’m going to ask you about?), but I still blush.
I like to think that it’s merely an indication that, as roger thornhill would say, I’m still human despite my lawyer-ness.
I don’t blush too often, but it happens. The best way to get a blush on my face is to have my man whisper something sexy in my ears while we’re out in public. Red as a damn beet. And he loves to torment me by doing that often!
But embarrassment doesn’t really get me blushing. I’ll feel all queasy and I’ll cringe, but there’s not usually a blush involved.