Stories Not Fit to be Told  

rm_putt675 50M
277 posts
7/31/2006 8:51 pm

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Stories Not Fit to be Told


Happen to find myself in the blog of realthing655 and she is blogging on embarrassing moments. Amazing coincidence.

Took a sunset cruise with friends tonight and the subject of embarrassing moments came up. We spent the next 45 minutes telling our most horrifying moments from youth and adulthood.

Here's mine:

As a freshmen in high school I was called up to play varsity football. Although I am jazzed about being on varsity the actions of the seniors quickly temper that enthusiasm.

A number of seniors get ahold of me and give me a very nasty jocking. They take my jock and stretch it to the point of breaking, get me down on the practice field on my stomach, and tape my hands behind my back.

Some of my sophomore friends cut me loose and I am feeling pretty good about being initiated into the club, not knowing the event is not over.

Just happens there was a yearbook photographer in attendance that day, and he snapped my picture. When the yearbook came out in May there I was face down, jock around my shoulders, hands taped behind my back.

Anybody else want to share an embarrassing story?

Putt

rm_goddess1946 105F
13518 posts
8/1/2006 5:59 pm

I will share with you about the time that I was dancing in a East Coast Instructors Championship Dance Competition. Costuming was critical and the competition was stiff. I wore of those *I dream of Jeannie ponytail kind of hairpieces* so that my hair would be off of my face and supposedly contribute to a hot look that I thought I had going one at the time. I took great care to securely fasten this puppy tail to the top of my head as I prepared myself that morning for the events of the day. Excitement was high in the air as the time edged up to our names being called and it was our turn to dance. Numbers on our back, six months of work preparing for the competition...we were ready! Looked good...well rehearsed...well....

To make a very long story short, we were doing a series of whippy kind of fancy assed turns and moves that took me in what is called *duck outs*. Snap, snap...whip, whip...happy dance..oh yeah...and then the next thing that I knew, my hair got caught my partner's belt buckle as he whipped me under this arms and through a progressive set of duckouts and without warning my hairpiece when flying from my head in mid air across the dance floor and smacked one of the judges in the face. Not part of the intended show...I wanted to die...we just kept dancing and I thought my legs were going to give out five times before that heat ended. All I can tell you is ...we didn't win that one!

I can remember another incident during a dance presentation when I
lost my footing and ended up right on my fanny in the middle of the
stage..everyone else kept moving and I did my best to recover and I then kept on moving as though nothing had happened. I wanted to die on the spot and I cringe to this day when I think about that night. No one ever said anything to me after the show about me falling on my ass in the middle of the routine and I think I was more embarassed about it because no one acknowledged it. Talk about feeling like a clutz..........I think maybe they just thought it was some new weird move I'd thrown in there or something. All I know is I was embarrased beyond anything that they might have realized...


Just a little food for thought.............
If you really want to be happy, nobody can stop you...
{=}


rm_putt675 50M
1118 posts
8/1/2006 9:10 pm

    Quoting rm_goddess1946:
    I will share with you about the time that I was dancing in a East Coast Instructors Championship Dance Competition. Costuming was critical and the competition was stiff. I wore of those *I dream of Jeannie ponytail kind of hairpieces* so that my hair would be off of my face and supposedly contribute to a hot look that I thought I had going one at the time. I took great care to securely fasten this puppy tail to the top of my head as I prepared myself that morning for the events of the day. Excitement was high in the air as the time edged up to our names being called and it was our turn to dance. Numbers on our back, six months of work preparing for the competition...we were ready! Looked good...well rehearsed...well....

    To make a very long story short, we were doing a series of whippy kind of fancy assed turns and moves that took me in what is called *duck outs*. Snap, snap...whip, whip...happy dance..oh yeah...and then the next thing that I knew, my hair got caught my partner's belt buckle as he whipped me under this arms and through a progressive set of duckouts and without warning my hairpiece when flying from my head in mid air across the dance floor and smacked one of the judges in the face. Not part of the intended show...I wanted to die...we just kept dancing and I thought my legs were going to give out five times before that heat ended. All I can tell you is ...we didn't win that one!

    I can remember another incident during a dance presentation when I
    lost my footing and ended up right on my fanny in the middle of the
    stage..everyone else kept moving and I did my best to recover and I then kept on moving as though nothing had happened. I wanted to die on the spot and I cringe to this day when I think about that night. No one ever said anything to me after the show about me falling on my ass in the middle of the routine and I think I was more embarassed about it because no one acknowledged it. Talk about feeling like a clutz..........I think maybe they just thought it was some new weird move I'd thrown in there or something. All I know is I was embarrased beyond anything that they might have realized...
Thanks Sweetheart,
I appreciate that I am not alone when it comes to moments like these.
Big hug and big kiss as thanks for sharing.
Putt


TheRealThing655 48F
9558 posts
8/4/2006 9:53 am

lol...now there's a moment you'll never forget...and a picture lasts a lifetime!!
Sorry it's taken a bit to get here...I appreciate your comment on my post.
It is fun to share stories like that. Thanks.


barbiebunny 36F
5597 posts
9/20/2006 6:12 pm

there was this one time...in oakland..I walked into a smart n final with my skirt tucked into my fishnet undies.....u wanna see black folks turn white...

Its good to be...ME


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