Embarrassment
Memories I Have Hidden For A Reason
Memories I Have Hidden For A Reason Now, I either had one to many drinks, or you are the person I am taking with to my grave, If you are lucky enough to be hearing these stories. Clearly its neither, I am to the max compacity of B-O-R-D-R-O-M. Either way, feel lucky, because things are about to get really juicy.
By Scarlett Rose 5 years ago in Confessions
Memoirs of a Jezebel
It was 2018 and I was in a long distance relationship with my partner, Gus who lived in the Dallas, Texas. I was living in Queensland, Australia. I had met Gus when I was visiting a friend in Dallas and fell in love almost at first sight, when it was time for me to go home we could not bear to say our last goodbyes. So we didn't.
By Jessica Lachlan5 years ago in Confessions
Social Anxiety Made Me Do It
Social anxiety is a terrible, horrible, no good thing to have, but it does give you some good stories. Like tonight for example. I had booked myself a 90 minute, full body massage a few weeks back and have been excitedly awaiting ever since. I arrived at my appointment half an hour early, which was completely unnecessary, and waited in my car until it was time to check in. I explained to the masseur some of the aches that brought me in, and then she left the room to allow me to undress and lie down on the bed.
By Amanda Mitchell5 years ago in Confessions
No Shit, There I Was...
God, please let no one I know ever read this. No shit privates, there I was. Fort Huachuca, AZ, 2013. I was a private myself, fresh out of basic training. Now, I was in a specialized school learning to become an Army interrogator. Pretty cool stuff. But we'll fast-forward a bit to the Fourth of July weekend. Fourth of July happened to be on a Monday.. or maybe a Friday? It was a three-day weekend, which is pretty damn rare for military: even rarer for lower enlisted soldiers.
By Damien Bentley5 years ago in Confessions
What else could go wrong? (The One Question to Never Ask)
There are a few things in life that teach you, absolutely, about Who You Are. Moments that, while happening, show you to yourself. One of them is grief. Another one is heartbreak. But a moment of embarrassment, in my experience, proves to be the most direct in revealing everything You Are in one (nauseating) moment. There’s something about realizing, instantly, that you look foolish that slows down time. The outside world drowns away and for a moment you realize you’ve been thinking that your heart exists inside of your chest when, in fact, it’s located in your ears... both of them! The blood flow that consumes your face makes the obvious agony you’re feeling known to the outside world and the immediate swoosh of heat that rushes all over the body makes the un-comfortability all the more… uncomfortable.
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Confessions
Uteruses, “Whaatsits” and Snickers Bars…
When my doctor told me I had “one hell of a big uterus” I was in such a state of elation after giving birth that I took his words as a compliment. I even thanked him as if he’d complimented my hair. It never occurred to me that he was making a clinical observation, albeit a bit blunt, because my baby weighed a hefty 10 ½ pounds.
By Laura DeRue5 years ago in Confessions
Circle K’OD
So, in the recent past I was a teacher at an International school in Phnom Penh, Cambodia. A dusty and lawless city, full of skyscrapers, tuktuks and packed with people. Anyways, it was in this place that I met one of my best mates, Ben. Ben is an English chap who is two years my senior (28). I met him at school and we became friends, best friends, maybe even soulmates. Anyways, let’s fast forward this a bit. Picture this, a Saturday morning and I’m hungover from a relatively big Friday night. While contemplating life and the decisions past I get a call from Ben, the man that put me here the night before. My mouth still stuck to my pillow I let it ring, because I know where it’s going. However, Ben and his persistence are key here. So I answer the second call wherein Ben attempts to convince me to come to a pub on the infamous riverside (filled with tattoo parlors and lady bars) very chilled place with a pool and a laidback Aussie owner. I try say no but Ben promises me it’s a chilled day. His daughter Jasmin, who is two, is there. This is supposed to engine the safety of childcare and responsibility not leading us astray, it did not. So my arm is twisted and I’m on my scooter cruising down the riverside. So we chill at this bar for a bit, having beers and watching Jasmin swim, feeing safe in adulthood. Our mate Zeke joins us as well as a few of our fairer sex friends. Pretty soon the sun is going down and the night is turning (we sent Jasmin home, just so you know). Anyways, fast forward a bit more and we are at a bar called the Blue Dolphin, real classy place. And now we are absolutely fucked. There’s now some 15 of us, as we’ve picked up some strays, including some old American dude called Kev and some Irish backpackers. We’re playing games, banging on the tables, being wonderfully obnoxious, which ends up getting kicked out the bar by an angry Khmer woman. Then we are on my scooter again Ben sitting with his back against mine, beer in hand, legs swung out like a drunken sailor, me swerving trying not to kill us or anyone else. Anyways, everyone decides to call it a night and meet back at mine for beers and morning shenanigans. Apparently Ben, Kev and I have different ideas. We end up digging up a craving for Chinese street food at 3am on one of the main roads. So there we are, three white dudes and a bunch of Asian guys. We’re eating Dimsum, having beers and talking shit. Anyways we leave in good spirit, part ways with Kev who is never to be seen again. Ben is cruising on his scooter and me on mine. We are cruising down Monivong Blvd. Ben comes in close and tells me he is sure that he’s left his wallet and passport at this restaurant. So we turn back and have a search at our new local. Now this is where things get hazy. Anyways, we search for his things (I’m guessing) but come up empty handed. So as we are walking out there’s dudes outside cooking meat, chatting shit and having beers, as you do at 3am. Anyways, apparently one of the guys passes a comment and says something in Khmer, not knowing Ben speaks fluent Khmer. Ben turns around and is like:’ Hey man that’s not cool.’ Now, apparently this is where I took issue with this guy (never been in a fight in my LIFE but all of a sudden I’m the baddest motherfucker around) and I apparently go in on this guy so much so he walks away and sit down on a chair, half cowering. Anyways I’m so involved here that I don’t notice what’s happening behind me. Ben comes up and taps me on the shoulder and says: ‘I’ll come over the top mate but just know we are going to get fucked up.’ Anyways I turn around and there’s 15 topless Asian dudes in a circle around us. The security guard lookin nervously on from the fringes. So I make the mature decision to get on my scooter and get the fuck out of there. So Ben and I bounce after narrowly escaping a beating. Anyways that’s the last memory. We wake up next to each other in my bed half naked, as has happened more than I would care to admit. having no idea what went on. Remembering almost fighting 15 Cambodian dudes. But that was it.
By Timothy worthington5 years ago in Confessions
Lost Underwear and Love at First Sight
This story is 100 percent true, and certainly one of my most embarrassing “moments”, that lasted for weeks as things escalated with seemingly no end. The result however, was a wonderful love story, but that’s not the point. Let’s dive into the pure horror that I am.
By Jordan 5 years ago in Confessions
Underneath the sheets
A few years ago, I met the guy who will become my most lasting relationship. We met at a party. At first, we were not too close. But whit the years, he will become my best friend and eventually my boyfriend, over time we are getting closer and closer. Almost Inseparable, we always have a lot of chemistry, whit the time we became practically the same person, he has a weird sense of humor. that's why he always make me laugh, but he never laughed at my jokes. He simply doesn't understand my sense of humor. We are opposite, but at the same time, we are very similar. It is difficult to explain how he and I connected we used to spend our free time always together. I used to saw him practically all the time. When I was going to my drama school I always had one hour free in my lunchtime, so I was always going to lunch whit him, he used to lived only two stations away from my school, so I used go and visits him and lunch whit him very fast and then come back to my school. After school, I was go and visiting him to sometimes I sleep whit him and sometimes just come back to my home .when the weekends come i always stayed to sleep at his place. Our routine were the same as a couple does typically, we used to love go to parties on the weekends, eat in a restaurant. We always loved to try different types of food of different nationalities or happy just watching some series on Netflix or sometimes just simply do nothing. He love to take naps so sometimes we where just doing that, the only problem of my boyfriend did not live alone. He lived with his mother. But his mother was rarely at home, so we used to be always alone .One day we forgot that his mother was there and my boyfriend as he always wanted to have sex with me, as any couple would , so well we started having sex, we were having a great time, when I was having my orgasm, my boyfriend tells me to my ear, it seems that someone entered the room. Still, I couldn't stop it because I was practically finishing. And well inside the room, there was a bathroom. Hence, the mother went to the toilet and entered, or she did not notice what we were doing, and or she just acts like she doesn't see anything, or she simply did not care. Still, so we stop, and he just hugs me and says, act like you're sleeping my hurt was bouncing, and my mind was running thinking and how embarrassing I feel, and I can't feel my face was so red, I just put my head underneath the comforter close my eyes. I act like my boyfriend told me, but it always gives me the impression that he is the type of person who doesn't care too much about anything. He acts really chill about the whole thing. After we felt the mother was no longer in the apartment, we started talking and wondering whether he really saw us or not. My boyfriend says she definitely saw us. Still, we can do nothing about it , we are not the first or the last persona in the world who experienced the same thing, next time, we just need to be more careful .but still I will never forget this experience and it will always consider one of the most embarrassing experiences of all my life.
By Pame Molina5 years ago in Confessions
Embarrassed But Thankful
I hated having to go to Math extra classes but I had to because I had a nasty encounter with a teacher the year before and I now hated the subject and had my finals looming. As a result, Saturdays were no longer peaceful and I now had to take two buses for over an hour to get to school. I knew my parents did not have much and it was a strain on them for me to take these extra classes. That was the hardest part for me, we were already poor and I felt like I was saddling the family with more stress. So I did not complain but went every Saturday. And while I don't know that it really helped because my block needed psychological help, not academic help I was grateful to them for trying to get me help.
By TanYah Global5 years ago in Confessions
