Bad Hair Day......

[forgetunome]

Bad Hair Day

by Oliver Gaspirtz
August 11, 2000

The following is one of the true stories submitted anonymously by the visitors of my website http://mostembarrassingmoment.com

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A few hours before my date, to go out to the beach, I was trying on a new bathing suit in my room. I wore it when I walked downstairs to grab a bite to eat in the kitchen. My little brother was there, too.

We talked for a few minutes, when I realized that I hadn't shaved my bikini line. No big deal I thought... He was little and probably didn't understand or even notice. I went back up to my room and shaved.

Later my date came in to pick me up and I introduced him to my little brother, who stared at me, pointed at my crotch and said: "Where is the hair that was there before?" I looked at him in shock and he started laughing, telling my date that the hair looked like spiders! It was HORRIBLE!


Candidate for Magic lotion!
I got a chuckle out of this! Thought I'd share! Next time she needs to put duct tape over little brother's mouth! LOL!

 

[Thumper]

It's Magic....

Let me be the first to thank all the ladies who use Magic. It is much appreciated...at least by me...

Outta the mouths of babes....

BTW...forgetunome..(gotta do something about that name!)..thanks for the kisses in the other thread!

 

[forgetunome]

Please forgive me.....

I have to share this one too!


The Key
by Oliver Gaspirtz
June 22, 2000

The following is one of the true stories submitted anonymously by the visitors of my website http://mostembarrassingmoment.com

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Her name is Sarah, and it is a hot date. We meet in acting class, acting together for months before ever going out, then Bingo, a fine dinner at a classy place and we're on our way back to her house. Her dress is short, my waist is thin, it feels right, I know she's going to invite me in.

When we get to the door, she quickly looks through her purse, then realizes her dilemma and stops.

"Can't find your keys?" I ask.

"No, I've got my keys, but there's a slight problem." Turns out that she had gotten her period in the middle of our date. Turns out the lady's room in the restaurant only had Tampex pads, and since she wasn't wearing any underwear, she had no way to keep it on. Then she had remembered that she kept her keys on a long leather thong, which she tied around her waist to use as a belt to hold the Tampex pad on. Now her keys are tied around her waist under her dress.

She politely asks me to turn around so that she can quickly lift her skirt, get her keys, and open the door. This is the most difficult request I have ever been asked, but I comply and face the other direction. I hear a couple of grunts but the door doesn't open.

"It's too high," she says. "I can't reach it. I've got to stand on something." We search for a box but no go. I politely offer myself. I get down on my hands and knees on her front doorstep and say "stand on my back."

She steps up, puts her waist to the door, and goes for the key. It works. I hear the tumblers click.

Then I look the other way and see a woman, standing on the sidewalk, watching us. She is going out of her mind. What she sees just does not fit into any of her visions of reality. If life were a cartoon, steam would be coming out of her ears. She is completely mystified and overwhelmed
with horror. She doesn't know about the door key. She doesn't know about the Tampex or the leather thong. She doesn't know that there is a perfectly rational explanation for our behavior. She sees what she sees, which seems to be a young man helping a woman having sex with a doorknob.

I don't blame her for being upset. I don't try to explain. The door opens and Sarah and I duck inside, leaving her out there to puzzle it through.

Should she call the police? Should she tell anyone? What would she say? Does it give her ideas? Does she tell her husband about it? Do they try it themselves, discretely at home, thinking it's the latest craze?

Most likely she merely carries it around with her forever, never telling a soul, keeping it tucked away in memory, filed under "The Most Depraved Thing I've Ever Seen!"

 

[forgetunome]

Thumper...

Hey anytime on the kisses!

So....whatcha want me to do about the name?? Pray tell.

 

[Thumper]

Not sure...*scratching head*

But I know it is just weird saying..

"Hey forgetunome...."

Unless ya say it fast and pretend you are in Japan...

 

[forgetunome]

forget...

you can call me forget?

It's my wierd sense of humor...you know how we all have nicknames or made up names to sign on well....I thought it would serve two purposes I'd have my "other" identity on here and it would be a play on words forget you know me! I told you wierd sense of humor. LOL!

 

[CW]

no way,,,

those were funny stories,,,

And BTW I just don't see how there is any way that anyone could possibly forget that they know you,,,

forget one of the nicest folks here??

nay, I say NAY!!

 

[forgetunome]

*Blush*

Aw shucks CW thanks sweetie!