Isolated BLUSH thread

For my 16th birthday, I had a moustache of scabs because I used Nair on my face. :eek:
 
I end up saying something embarrassing every day, and now I'm not sure what's embarrassing and what's not :eek:

My bag sprung open in class a few months back, and out fell a packet of cigarettes about six lighters and some tampons.

One kid went into hysterics over it, laughing and pointing his finger at me. So I snatched one of the tampons, approached him with it and threatened to ram it up his nose if he laughed again - adding that it was more than capable of absorbing his brain.

He didn't laugh again.

Still... :eek:
 
I missed a lot of sleep last night because I was writing a bubble bath scene...
 
My bag sprung open in class a few months back, and out fell a packet of cigarettes about six lighters and some tampons.
Ha this reminds me of when I ran into my high school sweetheart a few years ago. Hadn't seen him for years and came around the corner in a department store and ran smack into him. Him: Hi, so what are you doing? Me: (Big box of tampons in one hand, shampoo in the other) Ummm, shopping.
 
I constantly do and say things that embarrass me.......and have done since the dreaded teenage years hit me.

Far too numerous to mention.

Let's just say I have embarrassed blushing down to a fine art. :rolleyes:
 
My gf has gotten me hooked on her silly romance novels.....not something that any man should admit. Then again, most romance novels don't involve vampires, werewolves, and Pagan Gods. That's how they get you....something interesting for a change. :eek:
 
After gym class. I'm fifteen.

In the change room getting ready to shower.

Gym instructor comes in. "Get showered, maggots!" I suspect he'd been a DI before he became a teacher. He goes out the other door to the change room, slamming it on the way.

Every girl in the gym on the other side of that door turns to look at the noise.

And I'm standing, naked as a jaybird, right where they can see me.

So I waved. Couldn't think of anything else to do.
 
rgraham666 said:
After gym class. I'm fifteen.

In the change room getting ready to shower.

Gym instructor comes in. "Get showered, maggots!" I suspect he'd been a DI before he became a teacher. He goes out the other door to the change room, slamming it on the way.

Every girl in the gym on the other side of that door turns to look at the noise.

And I'm standing, naked as a jaybird, right where they can see me.

So I waved. Couldn't think of anything else to do.

Damn, that must have been a pickle.

Reminds me of the time that a girl followed me into the men's room, turned off the lights, screamed "rape" at the top of her lungs.
 
After a car accident, I was seeing a chiropracter for whiplash. He had this thing about chi and would test points on my body (wrists, elbows, ankles) with a little geiger counter thingy to show me my chi was "out of whack". I didn't give a damn about my chi, just went there to get adjusted, but the insurance was paying for it and I was too shy at 18 to tell him to leave my chi the hell alone.

One morning I overslept and woke up with 5 minutes to get to my appointment. I flew out of bed, put on the nearest clothes, and rushed out the door. After the adjustment and the damned chi testing which included him squatting in front of where I sat on the edge of the table in order to check my ankles, I noticed an interesting draft as I got in my truck. I had grabbed the wrong pair of jeans. I was wearing jeans that had a huge hole in the crotch that I'd meant to throw away. I don't wear underwear. I never went back.
 
minsue said:
After a car accident, I was seeing a chiropracter for whiplash. He had this thing about chi and would test points on my body (wrists, elbows, ankles) with a little geiger counter thingy to show me my chi was "out of whack". I didn't give a damn about my chi, just went there to get adjusted, but the insurance was paying for it and I was too shy at 18 to tell him to leave my chi the hell alone.

One morning I overslept and woke up with 5 minutes to get to my appointment. I flew out of bed, put on the nearest clothes, and rushed out the door. After the adjustment and the damned chi testing which included him squatting in front of where I sat on the edge of the table in order to check my ankles, I noticed an interesting draft as I got in my truck. I had grabbed the wrong pair of jeans. I was wearing jeans that had a huge hole in the crotch that I'd meant to throw away. I don't wear underwear. I never went back.

...erm......have you.....by any chance.....still go those jeans? *innocent gaze*
 
lilredjammies said:
*hugs*

Something similar happened to me, except that it was a pair of sweatpants, and Littlefoot had eaten away a big swath of fabric at the crotch.

I had done all my grocery shopping (sans undies) before I noticed. :eek:
Ah, a sister unintentional flasher. :D
 
This morning I threw on a top that happened to be on top of the dresser- completely oblivious to the fact that it's the white lace thing I wear out at the barn for the sake of coolness. I didn't realize that I wasn't wearing a bra until the Fed Ex guy tripped down the stairs after I opened the door.

I went and changed into a tank top- but it still doesn't make me feel any better about it.

Oh, and I look like Kermit the Frog had his own personal orgy all over my hands, legs and shoulders from painting.
 
sweetnpetite said:
Say something embarrasing and then run away.
:nana:


*pausing to think*
Even after all these years, slow dancing brings the risk of uncontrollable erections...
*dashing back into the shadows*


:cool:
 
There was the time that I got caught peeping at a few neighbor girls when I was much younger (I won't say how old, since I was precocious). One of them flashed me her breasts. Hmmm.....breasts are okay, but if she only knew what I was REALLY looking at. ;)
 
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