Most Embarrassing Moments
 

I was 14 years old, and an active wrestler and roller-skater, and my cousins invited me to their roller-rink for an all-nite skate. (Sorry about all the hyphens, "A") That's where you lock a bunch of hormone-filled, nearly out of control teenagers in a roller rink from dusk to dawn and they skate around all night in a sleep-deprived frenzy while their parents get a night off. My cousins had explained to me the night before that the head floor guard, "Lori", was a "smokin' hot" 16 year old, drove herself to and from work, and the best part was, she didn't have a boyfriend. That meant anyone stood a chance! I showed up at the rink that night, with my cousins, decked out in my finest silk shirt and my puka-shell necklace, and put on my skates. I saw Lori rolling around the rink, blowing her whistle at kids acting up, then I jumped up and shot out into the rink. (Born without fear, many things are possbile) I flew around the rink, and I could tell she was impressed with my speed and the ease at which I achieved it. I knew she was a speedskating champion, and once or twice we locked eyes and smiled at each other. After a few hours, and the standard hokey-pokey dance was over, they brought out the limbo bar, and I did well, but then Lori joined in and shot under the bar in an inhuman twisting of limbs that to this day mystifies me. After she shot around the rink she called for a free skate, and I skated into the boy's restroom to check my "look", I threw some water on my face and dried off, then shot back onto the floor. After a half loop around the rink, I noticed Lori smiling at me and skating straight for me, and I got ready for the "hey, how you doin'?" moment, but she said,"it's girls skate, only, and you got about 5 feet of toilet paper trailing off your skates, you gotta get off the floor." I lowered my head and said OK and went to the snack bar and just ate hot dogs until dawn.

http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_5_21.gif http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/12/12_4_14.gif http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/16/16_2_7.gif The ole toilet paper trailing tail---I mean tale. - he he he - ha ha ha

Bill,

Every time I read your posts I am crying, mostly from laughing so hard but also you are a very eloquent writer w/ great imagery surely you have considered a 2nd career as a writer or perhaps English prof.

Bill - you have truly become one of the girls. I hope that doesn't embarrass you too much!

Hahahahaha! You guys got me crackin' up again. I never thought about being an English professor before, or somebody's sister, but thanks to you both. Not embarrassed at all, I'm proud to be an honorary sister. Embarrassment, to me, is a form of fear, and when I was 12 years old, I fell into a pit full of snakes, and after that day, I looked at things a little differently. Love, Professor Sister Bill

You are awesome Bill! I loved the story and when I was 12 thats all I lived for was rollarskating you brought back a lot of good memories thanks.

Ok, this thread's slippin' off the trail like a three-legged mule. The title was not "Bill's Most Embarrassing Moments", but "Most Embarrassing Moments", and you ladies and gentlemen were supposed to join in with your most embarrassing moments. I see that hasn't happened just yet, so I'll set another example for you to follow. Prom night, I picked up my date, Maria, and I escorted her to the passenger side of my '74 Vega, with Blue-Metallic Flake paint and "expensive" white letter tires, while her father gave me those "what if I just kill you right now" eyes. I walked around to my side, got in, and shut the door. As we drove through town, me in my badass white tux. and Maria in her awesome white prom dress, I noticed cars kept honking at us and waving and pointing down, and I just waved back, thinking, "yeah, that's right, I'm lookin' good and my girl is lookin' good and you wish you were us", and then we stopped at a red light. Maria says, "Billy, roll down your window, that guy is trying to say something to you." I did, and the guy says, "Man, I been trying to tell you, the tails of your tuxedo have been draggin' the street for 15 minutes, they're black as hell, you shut 'em in the car door."

Okay Bill, I'll be next...
 

LOL the days of our youth.

I wore a strapless taffeta concoction to the prom. It was even pink with a blue shimmer!! As I was standing in line for the restroom, I see in the mirror two half moons at my waist. It was my strapless bra!! I didn't have a purse, so I tossed it in the trash. Hoped my mother didn't ask me where it was!

At another dance in college, my best friend borrowed a pair of my black high-heeled pumps. We were the same size in everything, but when you wear someone else's shoes they feel a little different. She comes back from the dance and tells me my shoes were bugging her all night. When she was getting off of the boat (it was a boat dance) she looked down and noticed she had the shoes on the wrong feet........ blahahahahaha. How she danced for 4 hours with shoes on the wrong feet I will never know.

Anyway Bill- I agree your storytelling is too good a talent to waste. May I be so bold as to suggest you start a blog for the world (and us ;) ) to enjoy?

I think I will start another post on blogging.

Thanks for the laughs everyone!!

Oh where do I start. I had a few moments. Coming from Scotland we have different meanings for different things. I was a Navy wife and just moved to a new base. Our household goods were delivered and I could not find my alarm clock, sooooo I boldly asked the guy next door if he would Knock me up in the morning, he said he would if it was okay with my husband. I did not know what that meant at the time, so you know I have never lived that one down. Jeanette

I am playing craps in Las Vegas when we lived there and the fellow who has the dice is doing a terrible job of throwing the dice to the satisfaction of all at the table. I comment to the woman next to me that he is really cold and doing a "crappy" job. I then look over to see that she is wearing a shirt identical to his. And she has obviously made them.
Oops!
Love & hugs,
Marlys

Hahahahaha! Those stories are all hilarious!!!

I can laugh now....
 

Moments
 

Got to tell you this one. When I was pregnant with my oldest son, who is 42 now, so you can pretty much guess how old I am, I come from Scotland and the weather isn't very good at the best of times. One day walking up what we called the High street , I felt a very refreshing breeze go up my dress, and yes , you got it, no underwear, dress blowing in the breeze and my face as red as a beet. This was in the days when you wore smocks and skirts and dresses. Hugs to all, Jeanette

Ok, I give up. The women's posts are all so much better than mine! (A familiar voice just went off in my head, "Oh, you behave, bad boy"

I love this thread
 

OH.....mine is just too embarassing@!

Yeah, well how 'bout this??
 

My son is about 2 and loved walking, each day we would walk to run errands, get ice cream or just to bond. I NEVER leave the house without a bra....NEVER. While walking up the street he was really tired and I decided to pick him up and hurry home. As I adjusted him on my hips he kept sliding down, I bumped him back up, slid, bump, slid. Cars were passing by and beeping but this is my hometown and I know everyone here. Until I did not recognize some of the cars.....oooooh, aren't the neighbors so friendly around here???

It was a while before I realized by bumping him up I was pulling my shirt up too. Well, that was the last time I went braless outside the house!!!>>Believe51

PS: My posts so far have to do with being half dressed, but I promise that I have many more where I AM dressed!!

Chrisy
 

Come on now Chrisy, you have teased us, now it's time to fess up. I have another one to tell after, Jeanette

Come on, Chrisy! Tell, tell, tell!