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A Boy in a Sailor Suit
I suppose it was really my mother Dorothy’s embarrassment rather than mine, given that I was probably too young to feel that way at the time. But, given that I remember it so vividly after all these years, maybe that was the first occasion – out of so many since! – when the spark of embarrassment was kindled in me.
By John Welford5 years ago in Confessions
Some Laugh-Out-Loud-Inducing Situations
Hilarious Fall on Treadmill If this hasn't occurred to you while stumbling on a treadmill, consider yourself lucky. This is not only frightening, but it is also painful for your body and personality. You're running for one second when you look down and realize you're further back than you thought. The machine's speed is unnecessarily fast for your methods, and you're unexpectedly pounded against a hot, moving vehicle line that throws you off like a humiliating ride on Aladdin's divination cover mixed with a mechanical bull.
By Nickalos Mcclellan5 years ago in Confessions
When I Was Number 14
I’m not quite sure how it happened, but by the time I was 10-years-old, the game of basketball was my entire life. I played on every team at school, and travelled the continent every weekend. I always knew I wasn’t the best on the team, but I also knew I wasn’t the worst. They didn’t miss me all that much if I had to sit out for a game, but I was always welcomed back with open arms.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Confessions
The Art of Mistaking Identity
The heavens had opened up, torrential rain pounding against my windscreen with relentless purpose. Peering gingerly through my drivers side window, the massive dark grey clouds and the menacing rumblings of thunder created a slight anxiety at having to drive to work that morning. Armed with only an umbrella, I had already received a soaking, as I bolted from the front door of our apartment to my car, fumbling with keys and central locking. Rain swept sideways, slicking my hair to my head on one side and no doubt washing away whatever makeup I had applied earlier.
By Viktoria Staunton5 years ago in Confessions
Lock-down medical romance
I've been single for five years. I know I know I'm close to being a nun. I'm Gloria a 30-year-old introvert lesbian and a devoted nurse, and that's all that my life is. It's just my house and the hospital. Boring, I know, living like an old hag with nothing else to do, which is not so true, I'm an explorer and tries anything that crosses my mind or even my eyes. From learning to play the saxophone, piano, guitar and even becoming a freelancer as a logo maker, a graphic designer, a writer, and even trading stocks because I like to learn new things.
By PILI5 years ago in Confessions
A Glass Of Merlot
A glass of merlot I stood outside, on the porch, ready and waiting for him. This was my first ever date and I wanted it to be perfect. I’d had a crush on Ben ever since I knew him and we had both been to the same school. He was a couple of years older than me and had left school to go to college. He wanted to train as an architect. I admired that desire greatly because I could just imagine all the beautiful things he’d create when he described them to me, but I knew there was no way I could plan a building the way he did.
By Anika Bathia Drysdale5 years ago in Confessions
"Liquid Courage"
In July, the land of the Geechie is always plagued with an abundance of traumatic life experience. Dashing through the tourist riddled, cobblestoned, city market pavement, reminded me of this native fact.The sweltering heat progressed my speed towards the overpriced restaurant. My nagging physical need for nourishment provoked me to be just a few minutes later than on time. Hunger was responsible for ensuring that I had not failed to attend this engagement. This marked a serious milestone for me. Fifteen minutes later than scheduled is more appealing than a no call/no show. If I was not guilty of being indecisive, then, I would have been a little more punctual. My lacking of respect for time, has been an inconvenience for some of my loved ones. Personally for me, it has never been a real problem. While sounding a little selfish, I am compelled to voice the God honest truth. I am never on time for anything.
By Veronica DeBarr5 years ago in Confessions
Long Time Crush, Music, Sushi and Merlot
On a lovely sunny day in Asheville, North Carolina, as I was playing music for people walking up and down the sidewalks of our beautiful downtown, a long-time acquaintance came by and tipped me, but this time he stood by and listened a bit longer than usual. Nick was wearing a fashion mask even though normally he had those typical blue ones on at times in the past when he had come by to listen, but this one mask tonight had art image of a guitar and music notes on it, and I could sense he wanted to ask me something. After I finished my song which happened to be titled, “Something in your eyes” I decided to take a small pause and so he asked if by any chance I wanted to grab some sushi with him after I am done busking. As he glanced into my eyes, he said.
By Yuliya Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
My Dating Experience With A Traveling Nurse
This is my embarrassing tinder date stories. Everything that I say in this story is real, therefore, to protect the person’s identity, I will only refer to her as the “traveling nurse.” Tinder can be tough to find dates, whether it’s flooded with fake scamming accounts, or matching with someone just for them to ghost me a few days later. Dating in this day and age can be draining. So, when I do match with a woman I like and we both want to meet; it can be magical. I am not the type that just blindly swipes, I actually open their profiles and read what they have to say. One day, I came across the traveling nurse. She said she would be in town for the next few months and looking for adventures. These are the stories of those “adventures.”
By William Jenkins5 years ago in Confessions
Regret Me Not
Everybody has a memory of the most humiliating time they have ever had, even though they often ignore those experiences. In either case, who in their right mind would choose to recall the embarrassment they endured? My most humiliating day had turned my high school experience into a terrifying experience at one time. When I think back in nostalgic memories, and feel it was yet another weird experience that could have occurred to anybody. It was also very impactful in my life and learning experience that keeps popping back to my life, giving me some chills every time I recall it.
By Vashish Ramoutar 5 years ago in Confessions
Wish I was Merlot
The clock hit 6:30pm, I was in the bathroom putting on my makeup. Knowing I have a date at 7:00, with only 30 minutes left, I rushed. Sam, a tall guy with brown hair and brown eyes. He likes to read and prefers indoor activities. I was introduced to Sam by a friend and of course with every cute guy, something is always up. According to my friend, Sam once had three girlfriends in one year. The longest relationship he has been in was three months. The clock was ticking, and with 15 minutes to spare I was out the door. He chose a place close by, so I decided I’d just walk. As I walked outside, it felt refreshing. With the pandemic going on and everyone being stuck inside, it felt nice to be outside. I walked past a garden of flowers, some coffee shops, and a bookstore. I guess I was more excited about this than I thought. I was never really the dating kind of girl, unless, you count holding hands at recess in 2nd grade a date. This was going to be my first official date.
By Joyce Yang5 years ago in Confessions
