Most embarrassing moment of your life?

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.

I kinda want to go Carrie on their *kitten*, even though it was in the past.

Yeah, believe me, that idea went through my head as well.

too many stories.. i tend to get into a lot of weird and embarrassing situations. here's the first one i can think of that's family friendly

in college i was a dating a guy from a hoity-toity fancy pants old money family. by old money i mean like being direct descendents from the hapsburgs ( no my then bf didnt have that freaky hapsburg lip :laugh: ). my family is definitely NOT that :laugh:

one day he and i were out doing stuff during the day and then he springs info on me that his mom and dad want to meet me since they are in town. that day i was dressed like a normal schlub (jeans tee and flip flops), but he assured me that it was going to be an informal thing so there was no need to go back home and change.

turns out the place they wanted to meet was a really expensive restaurant. just outside i broke my flip flops (the thong part tore out of the shoe leaving a hole larger than before so i couldnt just pop it back in so it could stay. i ended up putting it back in as best as i could and decided to walk so i didnt pick up my feet too much. :laugh: so i ended up doing this weird shuffle thing, we told the parents that i hurt my hip playing rugby and he and i played it off with me holding on to his arm for support.

then coffee was actually dinner and i was incredibly confused about all the stupid extra silverware, plates, cups, etc. i pretty much felt like i was from a 3rd world country eating with these people. luckily they were really cool about it and apparently his parents ended up thinking i was "charming"

Ok.. Well.. Our new (elderly) neighbors came over to our house to visit us. My son (5) comes in the room and tells them that they should have came over yesterday and seen mommy and daddy "wrestling" in their room... He goes on to say that daddy was winning because he was on top mommy and mommy was screaming... We had no idea that he even came in the room during our "wrestling bout"! My (then) wife went into shock while I tried to quickly change the subject. The neighbors couldn't hardly look us in the eye and didn't stay long...

Ohh and in my Nanny days....I was in the check-out with the boy I took care of. He was getting a bottle of Yoohoo (the chocolate drink)..and the lady tells him she loves Yoohoo too. He looks at her, and looks back at the Yoohoo..then says "Is that how you became black??"

:sad: :sad:

In high school I had a friend who was born in India and had a very traditional Indian family. He invited me to a graduation party, which he said was going to be a big group of friends and really casual. Being the awesome person that I am, I show up in jeans, flip flops, and a HOOTERS t shirt. His ENTIRE family was there in traditional Indian garb (think saris) and all of our friends had on nice dresses or suits.

He apparently thought it was hilarious to have me show up not knowing that it was a formal event at a nice restaurant. It was probably the nicest party I had every been to up until that point in my life (weddings included). During the course of the night one of my flip flops broke and I am 99% sure his mother wanted to strangle me. I would've left early but I had been dropped off and was catching a ride home with a friend.

Got rid of the Hooters shirt after that.

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.

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:

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.