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No underwear related embarrassments i'm afraid.
The other one is a sort of restrospective embarrassment. Went on holiday with quite a few friends and learnt some months later that several of them had spent significant amounts of it with their ears against mine and my boyfriend's room wall, listening to us have sex.
I pissed my pants on a school trip when I was about 7; that was quite embarrassing at the time
Also, I can be a little too show-ee-off-ee after a few too many ales... cock windmills (infront of friends parents) and pissing in inappropriate places are a favorite... but we all do that... don't we? :yes:
To be honest the most embarrassed I've been was when I picked up this girls keys at a party (they'd dropped out of her pocket). She was in a conversation at the time so I thought I'd just hang on to them until she realizes she's dropped them... only I forgot and went home with them. She had to spend the night at a neighbors because she couldn't get in her house and I had to do a lot of apologizing the next morning when I went to drop them off
I had a buttoned up shirt but it was rather tight around my boobs. I was waiting for another one to be ordered at the time.
Anyways, I worked on lobby (the area where all the customers sit) and unbeknown to me, the buttons where my boobs were had popped open. I kept having boys wink at me and stuff but I really didn't click on. A few of my male work mates kept doing similar things too.
It wasn't until about half an open later after gawd knows how many people have seen my boobs in my bra that my manager came up to me laughing and went "stace, do up your buttons". I was not impressed.
my drink was kinda buried in the sand a little bit behind me (as the sun moved i moved the sunlounger to be in the sun so it was further away from the drink to when i actually put it)
being a lazy git, i couldnt be bothered to get up to get the drink, and decided to lean over the back of the sunlounger instead and get it.
idiot that i am - my weight caused the lounger to topple over backwards, and i fell off the back onto some fat german bloke who was lying on a towel behind me. (WHY he'd decided to lie that close to me i dont know. perve
it was horrible. i actually fell ON him and he was all.. sweaty and orrible. he found it quite amusing and probably thought it was some kind of come on - but i was mortified. everyone around saw it happen!
theres been quite a few embarassing moments.. just cant seem to think of any right now!
.. whacking my self on the head and knocking myself out must be one of them
(i was about 11 and walked into one of those turnstile things going into a ride in disney)
sol.
Magners and ice all the way!
once i was working in a shop on the help desk and right next to it we had like a stock room .. anyway i had had literally two hours sleep and felt sick and i had a massive que and half way through serving a customer i had to rush out to the back and be sick four times (yakking up all my ribena i had just drank
i wasn't really embarassed though i think i still felt a little drunk i was just more angry at all the customers for being there gr
The worst was in my first year at Uni went I went a bit wild on the drink (par for the course) before going to a houseparty so my flatmate and I decided we'd drink everything in sight in the flat beforehand - cue downing loads of red wine, bacardi, ouzo, John Smiths, whiskey and Lambrusco Rosso. Got to the houseparty and we were WASTED, so decided - as you do - to go out stealing signs. Found a sandwich board that had been left unrestrained outside a newsagents and started running down the street with it when I fell flat and smashed my face off the sign. Blood everywhere and my second-to-front tooth had been knocked out. Left the blood-stained sandwich board, and started running down the street with my lost tooth and my flatmate, it wasn't even painful I was so wrecked.
Just before we got back to the house we got stopped by a couple on their WAY to the pub (bear in mind this was about 8pm) who stopped us to ask what the fuck was going on (I think they thought we'd had a domestic) and then the woman dragged me into Londis to buy some milk to put my tooth in. I can't imagine what this looked like to the shop workers! Put my tooth in this pint of milk and then they called an ambulance. The paramedics were [understandably] disgusted and took me to hospital where it was literally shoved back in to "re-root" itself. Now if this wasn't painful and embarrassing enough as it was, this was the hospital where I was doing my first placement
My more recent embarrassments aren't quite as painful, I suppose. On Boxing Night we stayed over at my boyfriend's brother's house and slept on their sofa bed in the living room. Next morning my boyfriend went out to buy breakfast stuff and the paper and I sat and did a bit of reading. A few minutes later boyfriend's brother's 14 year old son comes downstairs so we sat gabbing for about 10 minutes and then he offered to make a brew. He left the room and I realise that my pyjama top had been partly open and he must've had a good old view of my left boob for the entire conversation.
He hasn't mentioned it to this day, but the embarrassment is still hanging in the air between us. Shameful.
On New Year's Eve I thought I heard the taxi outside, ran downstairs ahead of everyone else (I like to sit in the front because I obviously still have the mentality of an 8 year old) and jumped in the front seat. Then I realised it wasn't a taxi at all and just some random bloke waiting for his mates. He must've thought I was the biggest twat going, haha.
This woman comes out of ballet lessons, enters a car and sits in the front seat. The man at the driver's seat stares at her with the funniest expression of surprise ever (I can't describe it, it was because of his face) and then she looks back and realises her husband/bf's car as a different one.
Later in the vening (same place & time) we were all offered some whiskey. I mentioned that I'd never tried it before but would try someone's before asking for my own glass of it. I got told to sniff it then taste it. I ended up just taking a mouthful and nearly spat it out - apparantely, I looked as though I was about to cry. After the mouthgul of whiskey (as well as 2 glasses of champagne & half a can of Carlsberg) I got rather drunk and had to keep walking around and trying not fall over - everyone knew (apparantely) that I was slightly drunk but didn't bother to say anything. And I still get laughed at for this now.
I swear I heard this before, on another forum maybe? is it you lol..
Ummm, brother n his gf walked in on me n an ex, a few times actually, ummm... I remember getting exstremely drunk one night, the first time I met lolzabeth and walking into the side of a house, I mean a HOUSE, its big enough to miss. other than that, not a hell of alot ;( im boring.
HAHA! I've done that twice, and got miffed when I told them to hurry up after I told them my destination.
The trick being doing a big ol' swing and then jumping off to go a gymnastic-y TADA kind of pose.
Unluckily, it didn't occur to me that my skirt was caught in the chain. I attempted to jump off, swung forward and dunted my chin on the mulch, skirt ripped, naff Tammy Girl 'Tuesday' pants on a Friday on display.
Nice. He laughed and I had to go home drunk, and with a bloody mouth only to be told off.
Tbh I dont actually have many embarrassing moments as such, but I am still traumatised from an old one.
When I was about 8, my mum used to send me to a childminder after school. It was a mother of one of the girls in my class. Mum was never too hot on keeping up with usual motherly things, and my knickers were last on her list.
One day when she came to pick me up, I stood up but the knickers fell down (lack of elastic!) I was mortified, everyone (and I mean everyone - well it seemed like everyone from the whole of the county was in their living room) saw my knickers on the floor and my bright red face!
I can remember it as if it was yesterday
Ermm...in Primary School when I was 12 I brought in my manky old Mr Snowman to go to a sleepover because I was rather attached to him. Anyway the most popular boy at school found it in the cloakroom at going home time and proceeded to wave it around the classroom asking who it belonged to.
I had just started dating my first boyfriend ever and went round to his house. Was complimenting his mum on the decor in the living room while eating one of those sun lolly things and it popped out and landed on the white carpet.
One time I was on the blob..without being graphic I was basically changing a sanitary towel but being scatty (and not a skank I assure thee) completely forgot about it and left it erm...out..Anyway my mum's boyfriend decided to mention it to my mum who told me to dispose of it next time because it's not very nice. ONE TIME EVER :rolleyes:
When i was 17, i was crusiing in Brighton, in me leathers as i had a bike, and met this other biker. Tall, bearded, good looking, rather yummy in fact. Anyhoo he says 'Do you want to come back to my place, i've got a playroom ?' So i said yeah, not knowing what a 'playroom' was. (It's a room you have for having sex in, especially if you're into leather/rubber/BDSM etc)
So we gets back to his place and he says 'Go in there (the playroom) i'll be back in a bit'. So in i go, and in hindsight, there was a yale type lock on the door but you needed the key to GET OUT, not in. Anyway this rooms painted black, window boarded up, pentagram on the floor, black candles, sort of an altar at one end, and i'm thinking SHIT SHIT SHIT !
So he comes back in, in flowing black robes, and says 'Get on the altar'. 'Why ?' i says, 'Because i'm going to sacrifice you !' Too which he pulls a knife out of the sleeve of his robe. I spose it was about a foot long (the knife) but to me it looked like some 8 foot Samurai sword, and i just lost it. Started screaming and crying, nearly wet meself He's trying to calm me down, saying he wont do anything, its just pretend etc. Finally he opens the door and like a bat out of hell i run for me life.
A couple of months pass, and i'm at a party and get chatting to this bloke and he says do you want to come back to my playroom ? I told him in no uncertain terms, no, and proceeded to explain what had happend to me and calling the bloke i'd met a c**t, tosser, wanker, bastard etc several times.
It then dawned on me that the bloke at the party i was talking to, was the guy i met in Brighton, cept he'd shaved his beard off and he hadn't recognised me either. Ooops
Haha. I remember you saying this before! I would have crapped myself. Knifes scare me so much and guns.
Man, did not happen to me, but i just returned from a friends place and they told me that story that happened to a collegue of study of said friend and that collegue's girlfriend.
So they were shopping but ate a lot of beans beforehand and the girl had really bad bowel movements and was nearly shitting herself, so they hurried up, she paid the grocieries while the boyfriend already got the car for a kickstart. So the girl jumps right into the car let the loudest bean-stinking fart rip out and shouts, "GO MAN, I CAN'T HOLD IT BACK FOR MUCH LONGER.", when from the drivers seat returns, "pardon? Who are you?" She got into the wrong car, she apologizes and enters the boyfriends car and they drove off. The car she mistook for her boyfriends car followed them, ALL THE WAY TO THEIR HOME, when the man got out of his car and handed the girl her purse she left in his car.
hilarity.
oh and briggi, I remember you telling the 14yo boy story already and he was fully aware your boob was showing, he was just clever enough to not let you notice to have more of the show :P haha...
OH THE HUMANITY