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Arreal | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 12:10 pm  I just thought this would be an interesting topic. I think it will help us get to know each a little better and in a 'lighter' way. Seems like much of the discussion in here is serious stuff. I know, I know Roger....you don't have an embarrassing moment, so...How about the most stupid thing you've ever done.  |
Moondance | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 12:19 pm  Hi Arreal! I am a dancer and a klutz ... My motto is if it is not choreographed then it throws me off! I have many so I will get back to ya... Oh wait... I was a cheerleader and we were running out of the tunnel and I slipped & skidded to a nice butt stop! Later I found out there were about 30,000 fans that probably witness the Grace of Moondance! |
Luke | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 02:32 pm  Embarrassing? Well... probably the time I walked outside church and was chatting with a friend, and I didn't realize that the cordless microphone that I was wearing actually had that good reception! I guess all those people who were busy praying inside heard about all the cute guys I had met the previous night at the dance club! |
Arreal | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 02:42 pm  Ohmigosh Luke....lol...I can see where that would be embarrassing. Kind of like G Bush calling the reporter and a$$hole, not knowing the mic was on. |
Luke | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 02:45 pm  I know! It didn't help much that Cheney agreed with Bush--and that was also heard over the mic! |
Arreal | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 02:53 pm  Mine's from my mental illness, a silly story actually, but very embarrassing for me. I was in the hardware store with my hubby for what seemed like forever. I was getting a headache really bad. The next thing I know, we were home. My husband, used to my personality switches, told me what I had done. I had switched to my little girl personality. She is 6 years old and here name is Lucy. I was skipping in the aisles, spacing off and looking very awed at everything I saw. I was either holding my husbands hand, wanting him to skip with me, or I was off wandering. When Dennis was at the check out lane, I was still out in the aisles, not far away. he told me I was really looking hard at something, my eyes wide with glee. Then I quickly turned around and planted my face in this really tall mans chest and belly. Den told me I looked up to this guy, scared to death and then ran to him and grabbed ahold of his hand as tightly as I could. I'm so glad these switches don't happen in public very often...lol I'm also glad I don't have an actual memory of it. |
Zebulon | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 03:16 pm  My most embarrassing moment happened at home when I was about 17. My aunt and uncle had come to visit for the weekend along with my grandparents. I was taking a shower when my mom knocked on the door to see if it was ok if my aunt came in to use the bathroom. It was no big deal because the curtain was pulled and it was an emergency. At the same time she entered, my grandmother walked in to get something out of the cabinet. Our bathtub and shower was in one unit with just a curtain to protect from the outside. All I remember was hitting a slick spot, losing my balance and falling towards the curtain. I pulled half of it down and landed on my aunt who was on the toilet. My grandmother turned around and there I was naked in front of everyone laying in my aunt's lap. I just quickly grabbed the curtain and regained my balance and apologized while I tried to hang the curtain back up from inside the shower. All I could hear was silence which seemed like the longest time and then everyone burst out laughing. My face turned red and it was really difficult to face everyone that day but it didn't turn out so bad. I was the (and pardon the expression) "butt" of many jokes that day and for quite a while after that. It's kinda funny now when I look back at it. |
Luke | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 03:19 pm  Zeb-- don't take it personally... but I'm ROLLING on the floor laughing right now!!!! HAHAHA!!!! (my coworkers are looking at me stragne!) |
Luke | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 03:19 pm  Zeb-- don't take it personally... but I'm ROLLING on the floor laughing right now!!!! HAHAHA!!!! (my coworkers are looking at me stragne!) |
Xenia | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 03:24 pm  For some reason when I think of this question, there isn't ONE embarrassing moment that come sot mind. So I wracked my brain, and remembered this one: Years ago, I wanted to get involved with the university radio station. I knew if I wanted to, I would have to go talk to Christine, program director. I had heard about her. She was in a punk band and did a lot of "alternative" stuff besides work at the radio station. I showed up and walked to her office. There were two girls there: one, slim with purple hair, the other was seriously overweight, I thought had an unattractive face and blonde hair. In my brain, I thought the girl with the purple hair had to be the program director because the other girl didn't fit the stereotype of an alternative chick. The blonde-haired one said something to me, but I didn't pay much attention to her. Two minutes later the purple-haired person walked out of the office and I followed her out. She walked over to a desk and sat down. I stood right by the next watching her and waiting for her to acknowledge me. Then the blonde-haired girl came up to me and said, "I'm Christine. Do we have an appointment?" I was so embarrassed. I was frazzled that I blew the initial meeting because I was distracted by my thoughts about my screw-up. She never called me back and I never called her either. |
Xenia | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 03:28 pm  LOL Zeb!!! That was funny....but I feel for you at the same time. Arreal: I hope the changes aren't draining for you and that you can look back at some of things that happen because of the changes and smile with amusement. |
Arreal | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 03:34 pm  Oh, I do...it is kind of amusing to hear about the excersions of the others. It is also very interesting to learn more about me. Actually at this point I have mostly integrated... there are only a couple left that come out. I have become more co-conscious with them so I am able to control them. I must admit, I do find Lucy quite entertaining..lol |
Himay10ns | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 03:43 pm  Boy is this one going to get me in trouble..... I was spending the night with a guy I had only recently begun dating. It was about 4 in the morning and I had a horrible upset stomach. He was living in Ft. Worth and I was living in Dallas so it was about a 45 minute drive home. Well, I'll make this as brief and undisgusting as possible. I clogged his toilet in the middle of the night. No big deal, I just crawled back in bed and I figured he would think his brother did it the next morning. OK, it gets worse. After laying there for about 30 minutes, I realized that I had to go again. With the toilet being clogged, there was no where for me to go. So I snuck out in the middle of the night and drove home, stopping at a few gas stations along the way! I was so embarrassed I never returned his calls and I never saw him again! (I haven't even posted this and I already regret it, I'm sure I'll be the brunt of every poop joke from now on....the price you pay to get a laugh.) |
Arreal | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 04:25 pm  Rolling on the floor laughing my nekkid a$$ off. Thanks for sharing that May. It's a good thing to make others laugh. |
Mantastic | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 04:36 pm  Thank you all for sharing. I got one, too. The first time I ever surfed. It was a cloudy day. A friend took me out to Sunset and Gladstone's, a relatively easy point break where the Pacific Palisades crumble down to the Pacific Coast Highway in Los Angeles. It was winter (or whatever passes for it in SoCal--if only they knew what real winter felt like: forty below [Celsius, not wimpy fahrenheit] with a wind-chill factor adding another minus twenty, your eyes sticking shut and your nostrils actually freezing together every time you inhale a breath of the wicked Saskatchewan prairie wind. If they knew what that felt like, they'd make up a different name than 'winter' for the non-July-and-August months in California. UnSummer, maybe. WinterBalm. Less-Sunscreen Season. Sorry--I digress.), and I had on a three millimetre thick borrowed wetsuit and grasped a big old nine-foot yellowed longboard my friend simply called The Lemon. It had silver duct tape on it and I ignored the sniggers and amused gazes that followed me as I bumped it up and over the rocks toward the water. My friend, dear though he still is to me, is no teacher. A big believer in trial by fire, though I didn't know that yet. Come surfing, he had said to me at work that week. You're a good skier, you'll like it. You'll be standing up in three waves! And there I was, looking uneasily out at the shiny black backs of scores of surfers, bobbing gently outside the break, all casting their faraway gazes out toward Japan, waiting for their wave like meercats at attention. I crossed the non-existant sandy strip just off the highway and waded in. I had been in California for a whole month, and was expecting warm placid water. It wasn't warm. At all. And for the record, its name is the only thing pacific about that ocean. As if out of nowhere, a set of waves rolled in and wrapped themselves around the point, jacking up into maybe ten-foot curling lips and crashing down thunderously. Surfers zipped down the shoulders of the waves elegantly, almost disdainfully, and carved out giant arcs of spray before kicking out and paddling back into the lineup, all with a sort of no-nonsense economy of movement you see when birds manouevre in the wind. Out past the impact zone, those who didn't take any of the waves in that set watched with well-practiced indifference, and then turned their gazes back out to sea. I, meanwhile, plopped The Lemon into the whitewash and hopped aboard lengthwise, the better to paddle out and join the fun. A mountain of water rose before me and I was promptly swamped. Rolled over multiple times, board bonking my head, feet tangled in the leash, I felt a swimming pool's worth of water dump on me and my face was ground into the rocky, slimy bottom. I surfaced and gulped a lungful of froth and a bit of air before the next one of Poseidon's emissaries threw me back another fifty feet, roiling and churning in Mother Nature's spin cycle. I surfaced again, spluttering and gagging. My friend was already on the outside, sitting astride his gunny little shortboard, looking back and motioning me to paddle, paddle. Get out of the impact zone where the waves break. Yeah, no kidding. Thankfully, there was a small respite between sets and I yanked the board back by its leash, pointed it outward, and paddled as strongly as I could. Three attempts later, I finally gained the outside, where the waves pass under you, lifting you up and down in a not unpleasant rocking motion before crashing onto the shallow rocky seabed behind you. I sat astride my board, gripping it like a bronco between my legs, and panted, muscles twitching and tired, chest heaving. Had I possibly thought I was in shape? Good God. Two unbearably cute surf-betties paddled by with an amused glance in my direction. Thinking how well I was filling out my wetsuit, I turned my head to follow them, and nodded with what I hoped was a knowing smile. I was promptly rolled up in a barrel and duly punished for taking my eyes off the water. I popped up in an entirely different part of the beach, gasping for air, with the sound of the betties' sparkly laughter fading out over the water. I figured it was just as well that I was away from people, so I couldn't get in their way, or do anything else stupid. Once again I manouevred the board until it pointed outward, and in an ungainly fashion struggled to get back on it. I bent to my mission, arms acheing, mind determined not to look stupid. And not to drown. In that order. I chopped at the water, starting to glide through the waves. Finally! Success! A swell rose before me. I grabbed the nose of the board and cut through the lip cleanly, emerging on the other side, staring down into the trough between this wave and the next, where I saw the unmistakable shape of a curved dorsal fin, slicing through the water about eight yards away. Shark. I froze. The world fell away. I was close enough to see the glint of the cloudy sky on grey rubbery skin. My arms and legs, a moment ago splashing and sawing at the water, seemed to contract into themselves and exit the water, my whole body trying to get onto the surfboard at once. "Shark! SHARK!" I tried to yell, anything to attract others' attention. If I was going to die, at least others could escape bloody, ferociously violent mastication! A couple of watery squeaks came out instead of my full-throated alarm. I wanted to look back toward shore to see if anyone was watching, but I didn't dare take my eyes off the fin. It was closer now. I could see the massive dark bulk of the animal beneath it, skimming through the surf, as mindlessly incessant and unstoppable as grey death. It was about two yards away now. I just clung to the board miserably and awaited my fate. The great white looked into my eyes, and I swear to you, I could see the intelligence burning up at me. There was a blast of water and sound as it blew spray through its blowhole, and… Blowhole? Now, I'm no marine biologist, but I'm pretty sure sharks are fish. And the last time I checked, fish don't have blowholes. Time resumed its course, and the eight foot animal dove under water again, and re-surfaced thirty feet to my left, exhaling more spray. Stars obcured my vision as I struggled with consciousness, blood recirculating through my unfeeling body. Okey-doke. That should just about do it for surfing today. I turned around and coasted in on the remainder of a wave, lying on my belly and staring directly ahead. One of the surf-betties was standing up on the beach and twisting the water out of her blonde hair. I walked numbly past her. "See the dolphin?" she asked chirpily. |
Zebulon | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 05:11 pm  HiMay, When you "Dump" someone, you really "Dump" someone. Poor guy. He could have been your knight in shining armor. |
Roger_Ramjet | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 05:32 pm  Arreal--such a way with words--the most stupid thing I've ever done. lol Well, the following wasn't embarrassing, although for some it might have been. My feelings at the time after the story. My parents went away to Reno. I was just about 17-- a week to go. I had my girlfriend over a couple of times, and we were necking on the floor (thi was about the 3rd time she had been over while I had the house to myself). This was the most privacy we had experinced up to this point--about 6 months into the relationship. Things progressed along nicely, with her shirt and bra coming off, and her jeans getting unbottoned. She commented that equality was required. My shirt was off, so I needed to unbotton my jeans (and take my bra off??). We spent a couple of hours exploring each other's bodies, both very happy with how things were going. Well guys, I have to wonder why we don't like foreplay that much...this was fantasic!! I covered her body with kisses and licks from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet--with the exception of where her skimppy panties covered. I wasn't allowed there yet. After that she was feeling very warm, and quite frankly so was I!! It was quite apparent that giving can be exciting as receiving!! I asked if she wanted to get completely naked, and give intercourse a good run for its money. She indictaed no, so the foreplay continued for awhile. Se needed to get home, so we got dressed and I took her home in my car. On the way, she asked why I didn't go ahead and proceed with having intercourse with her. This was quite a shock to hear, as I had thought that "no" meant "no". Seems she really wanted to do it, although didn't want to be the one to give the "all ahead" order! Well, to this day, I'm still glad I didn't, as I feel "no" still means "no. The next night, she came over again, onlt this time it didn't take nearly as long to get to the LR floor and back to the same place we had been the night before. After about an hour of more great foreplay, I asked if she wanted to have sex (intercourse) tonight. I told her if she said no, that last night would repeat itself--lots of most everything until time to go home. She said yes this time, and wow, was I happy...and way past heated up..again. We got naked, and had intercourse on the floor. I figured it would be less than great, considering all that I had heard about 1st times. Well,while I've had better in my years, it was damn nice!! We both were taking anatomy and physiology, so had some good ideas of what to do--and a big interest in seeing how well we could get our bodies to react. Well, after finishing on the floor, we went into my room. The bed wasn't huge, although I was hoping we would be close--very close. I asked if I could try giving her oral sex---something I had been thinking about for the last two days!!!! Well, I gotta tell you, I was hooked from that point on! WOW She was interested in having intercourse again, only from a different position. Hell, I wasn't about to argue!! That also went very well, and we lay there talking and cuddling. As the time approached to take her home, I suuggested 1 more time, using yet another position with her on top of me---damn the female human body is wonderful!!(to be 17 again!!) Well, they say third time is a charm, and it sure was for us...my parents came home early!! Our clothes are all over the floor of the LR, so it's hard to say we were just studying--with books. So, the first time (3rd in the same session) that I had sex, I got caught by my parents. Well, I was really pissed!!! They ruined my whole evening--how dare they!!! No embarrassmnet--none what so ever!! Just plain pissed. At least I had time to give her my robe before they walked in!! For some reason my parents were pissed as well--go figure!! LOL We ended up getting married eventually. |
Mantastic | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 05:36 pm  Damn. That's hot. Me like. |
Arreal | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 05:50 pm  Roger....yes, I am giggling. Thanks for the story. A reminder of those first few times for you |
Vykin | Monday, October 09, 2000 - 08:59 pm  ROFLMAO nice to see something litehearted to discuss. Okay, I have more than one embarrassing moment, I'll tell you about the first, then later tell you another one> Okay, well if any of you have seen my family portrait, profile, & application, you will understand the following: I'm in my office one night, helping my daughter with some homework in political science. It was a pretty quiet night - the wife called to see if she could come upstairs since it was her last night at home before returning to college. I was in the mood for food and there's this young woman in the office who was responsible for doing odd jobs so I asked if she could get me some something to eat. I just had a sudden urge for junk food as that is my downfall. Anyway she comes in with the pizza and almost "tripps" on this round carpet in my office, but a piece of tomato sauce dropped on the carpet. She very nicely offered to clean it up and went to get a rag from the little coffee room next to my office. Anyway I felt uncomfortable making this kid clean up after me so I went in to help. All of a sudden, I don't know what hit me, I looked at this girl and realized this was one hot chick!!. She had the most magnificent Hair. As she bent down to wet the rag I placed my hand on her head. Next thing you know she looks at me, smiles and down goes my zipper. Well I dont have to tell you anything more, except that this girl was doing things to me that hey I didnt think I could get from the wife, let alone a 23year old. So there we are, me with a smile on my face my pants down on my knees, Stephanopolous walks in to talk about some world crisis, big fat Cuban cigar in his mouth - well I jerked back and that folks is how the stain got on the dress. pretty damn embarrassing. Now don't ask how the cigar ended up where it did, you have to ask George about that. But I have to say I found god after that and urge all of you to visit my church. |
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