Most embarrassing moment of your life?

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  • brad2021hk
    brad2021hk Posts: 46
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    This was back when I was riding my bike a lot and actually in decent shape. Some friends were going out to a club with a live band. At first, I wasn't going to go due to an organized bike ride the next day. I was planning on riding at least 60 miles with some decent hills. I decide to go early, drink only a little, and leave early.

    Next thing I know, I wake up fully clothed laying on top of my still made bed. Pounding headache. No memory after maybe the first 15 minutes in the club. I get dressed for the ride and grab my road bike. There is a pile of dirty paper towels in my front yard. Weird. Take the train down to the start. On the train, I'm contemplating if I'm still drunk or hung over. Feeling like crap, I slowly do about 45 miles.

    At the post-ride meal, I run into a guy that was at the club with me. At first, he looks shocked, and then he looks angry. Apparently, I had quite a few drinks. Long Islands. Then, I got sloppy and he and another guy decides to carry me out of the club. They put me in his car. He rolls the window down so that I will puke out of the car. Instead, I puke into the door. That's right, I puked into that little slot the window rolls into. Of course, some goes out of the window and some goes inside the car. We were one block from my house when the puking started. He said the worst part was when he went to pull the door shut and put his fingers into the door handle. It was basically a cup of my puke.

    So yeah, I decided to go back to his house, help disassemble the door, and then clean what we could. For years, until he traded in that car, he could catch a whiff of rancid puke on a hot day. Good times.
  • BrokenButBeautiful
    BrokenButBeautiful Posts: 939
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    My wedding night.
  • salembambi
    salembambi Posts: 5,585 Member
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    being pushed all the way down 3 flights of stairs in highschool while being yelled at that I was an ugly lesbian of course no one around helped me just laughed

    **** my snow suit while walking home from the bus and the **** came out the bottom of my snow suit btw was not that humiliated about it though i dont know why

    the time a bunch of girls in highschool wrote a huge long letter about all the reasons I was disgusting and passed it around to everyone ...finally they made sure I got the letter ...they wrote things like 1. because you are poor 2. because you are ugly 3.trailer park 4. even your friends talk bad about you 5.your a lesbian (Im bisexual ) 6. you look like a giraffe other more horrible things that i dont even want to say personal horrifying things they mocked me for about my life and what happened to me (sexual abuse,abuse and other stuff its too complicated for mfp) wow i feel like crying now

    I have lots more they are just not mfp "appropriate"
  • summertime_girl
    summertime_girl Posts: 3,945 Member
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    My dad walked in on me when I was watching porn. I was barely 12 or 13 years old at that time. Needless to say, I was grounded for a while with out internet access.

    Hmm....your profile says you're 37. No internet when you were 12 or 13. ;)
  • mccindy72
    mccindy72 Posts: 7,001 Member
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    My dad walked in on me when I was watching porn. I was barely 12 or 13 years old at that time. Needless to say, I was grounded for a while with out internet access.

    Hmm....your profile says you're 37. No internet when you were 12 or 13. ;)

    Dear Penthouse Forum...I swear I never thought it could happen to me..... :bigsmile:
  • Modern_Warrior
    Modern_Warrior Posts: 163
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    I know one of my worst was when I was 15-years-old...I was a very naive, very trusting person. Boy, did I learn my lesson.

    I had this HUGE crush on this guy when I was in Grade 10. We were friends but that was it. On Valentine's Day, our school had these Candy-grams that you could send out to anyone you wanted. Of course I never got any, but that year I got one from this guy, stating that he wanted to go to the Valentine's Day dance with me that night and to meet him in front of the gym at school. Of course, I was THRILLED.

    I didn't get to see him for the rest of the day, but went home, got dolled up (as much as a flat-chested, awkward girl of 15 can get dolled up), went all the way back to school and waited at the front of the gym. And waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, I saw his friends coming out of the gym with him and he had a girl with him already. The whole gang looked over, spotted me and started to laugh like a bunch of hyenas.

    THEY has sent me the Candy-gram, knowing full well that I would respond. I was mortified, couldn't stop the tears from streaming down my face. Thankfully though, my guy didn't think that the trick was funny at all. He got really mad at them and stayed mad at them for quite a while. We never did go out, but at least I had his kindness to carry with me.

    It still stings, though, even at 31-years-old.

    Bet you wish they could see you now. They would all be like "Damn!"
  • tfleischer
    tfleischer Posts: 199 Member
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    One of the most, but there are so many others to choose from.
    Growing up, during my High school years, this is what happened.
    My Dad had a cowboy hat box on the back of his closet shelf. Inside the box, with his hat, was the dirty book "Naughty Night Nurses." It was the closest proximity to porno in our house and believe me I looked everywhere for it. My dad never, ever wore that hat. He bought it for something to do with the Army and a Hail and Farewell party, or something.
    So, I decide that I am going to sneak it down and read it. Take it to my room and for a day, no one is the wiser.
    My dad gets up during Dinner on Day Two and say, "I'll be right back." Goes to the bedroom. Comes back wearing the hat.
    Not a word spoken.
    Mom looks at him and asks, "Honey, why'd you get that hat down? You hate wearing it. Said it makes you look like a Coca Cola Cowboy."
    "Yeah, but I think it is growing on me. I may get it down to wear more often. Maybe ... " he turns and smiles at me... "every day."
    My face and ears have never burned so red in my life.
    I returned the book to its rightful place and Dad never wore the hat again.

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