Embarrassment

Massage without a happy ending
I like a good massage - I get tension in my shoulders and hamstrings that I find a deep muscle massage really helps with. One time I was on holiday with my wife in Fiji, and she wanted to go to the spa and have her hair done, and recommended that I get a massage - seeing as I like them so much. I was a little put off by the 'menu' of services, where they were focussed on "organic" oils and on the "experience" with pretty Asian women holding bowls of exotic fruit and flower petals, so I had a suspicion that this was not going to be like the remedial muscle massages I have had in the past. Besides, I was not feeling that well - I thought that a cold was coming on, and I find that a massage when not feeling too good will make me feel worse.
By Christian Wickham5 years ago in Confessions
The Poop That Altered My Life Forever
Greetings from DC! Name is Justin and I had to poop. I’m one of the High School Horror Stories that you hear about – but with unbelievable consequences. This happened over 15 years ago but my life changed entirely because I had to poop. I GUARANTEE you that you will say “poop,” “crap,” or “shit” aloud while reading about my misery.
By Justin S.5 years ago in Confessions
An Evening To Forget
One evening in the summer, the weather was nice and warm. The sky was clear without a cloud. It seemed like the perfect evening to go out. I was in such a good mood.. I was over my boyfriends house for the day and we decided to go for a walk. After walking for a short time, I asked my boyfriend if he wanted to go out to eat. He said sure. We decided to pick up his son first. We called ahead and told him to be ready. Then we stopped to pick him up. We went to one of our favorite restaurants, a short drive from the house. After we got seated, while we were looking over the menu, I ordered a margarita. My favorite, a frozen strawberry one. I kept my phone on although I try not to look at it when eating out but you never know..an emergency can happen . Shortly afterward, I got a text message from my friend with a picture of a margarita. This was something that we always do. Since we both like margaritas, if we go out, we send the other one a picture of our drink. I sent her one back as I had just gotten mine. I thought it was funny cause the background in the picture was similiar to mine. I looked around the restaurant and saw my friend eating with her husband. She saw me about the same time. She came over to our table to say hello. She told me that they was leaving shortly and gave me what was left on her gift card to put towards our meal. After I thanked her, I told her that I would see her in work the following day. She and her husband left the restaurant. We then ordered supper. We sat making small talk until the food came. The food was good, as usual. After supper, we left the restaurant and I walked ahead of my boyfriend and his son. Everything was going perfectly. Nice warm weather and a delicious meal. The sun was starting to go down, but it was not quite dark. The moon was full in the sky. I walked over to the car and opened the door. I was a little surprised because my boyfriend always locks his car when we leave it. But maybe I just didn't hear the opener beep. Just as I was ready to get inside, I noticed that my water bottle wasn't there. That was strange. I always bring a bottle of water wherever I go. I knew I didn't bring it into the restaurant. Then I noticed that the interior looked different. Seats were different, color different.. There was a sweatshirt lying on the seat… I backed up and heard my boyfriend and his son say, " what are you doing? That isn't our car. " I looked at the exterior and it wasn't the same model or brand. And now looking at it, it wasn't even the same color. My boyfriend owned a Toyota Rav 4 and this was a Cadillac Escalade. Then I noticed a group of people walking behind my boyfriend with puzzled looks on their faces. They whispered to one another and looked over at me. As we quickly walked away, they walked over to the Cadillac and got in. I was so embarrassed and really didnt know what to say. I hurried over to the Rav 4. My boyfriend opened the door and I got in. There was my water bottle. I explained that I had thought that we parked right in front. His son said "but thats a Cadillac. They don't even look the same," I didn't even realize it. I did learn to walk next to my boyfriend from then on. In fact, he holds my hand.
By Elaine Dembowski5 years ago in Confessions
I Was THAT Bridesmaid
On June 6th, 2020, one of my best friends got married, and I was lucky enough to be one of her bridesmaids. It was honestly one of the best experiences I’ve ever had, and it’s a memory I will cherish for the rest of my life. I was not the maid of honor, but the bride decided there were a couple tasks I might be a little better suited for than the maid of honor, such as planning the bachelorette party, so I was given some bridesmaid duties.
By TJ Sage5 years ago in Confessions
MaryAnna Destroyed Me with a Repeat-After-Me Song in 5th Grade
My rainbow bike sticker glitters effortlessly in North America across Maple Street, peddling full speed to all the neighbor's back yard. I begged my mother to bring the BMX gift my dad bought me before we moved to Texas back in 1985. Mother was pregnant, remarried the year before, and left my sister and me in San Diego with our wonderful Granny. We still think with her new husband and soon-to-be newborn son, they were never coming back for us, yet they finally did.
By C.A Fenderson Jr.5 years ago in Confessions
The Confessions of a Lady-Child
So, okay, look: I’m a middle-millennial, of an age that I've had plenty of years to accumulate an arsenal of cringe-fuel. I have battle scars in the form of fine lines to prove that every single medal of shame was earned, thank you very much. My early-twenties alone were a warzone of booze-soaked moments that I hid under my pillow about for days afterward until the next one occurred.
By MarigoldVance5 years ago in Confessions
The Journey to Become a Shameless Child Again
For some reason, when I was a kid, I hardly ever got embarrassed I know... I know.... you hate me, don't you? But I just didn’t really. When you are known as a goofball, most people don't take you seriously. You drift through life being the eccentric, witty one that won't be questioned when you kiss a football, or purposely wear a shirt inside out on picture day, or burst into song in the cafeteria. People would just laugh and say, "Oh, it's just Flora being Flora."
By Flora5 years ago in Confessions
Sexy Not
As I sit here thinking about my life and what was one of the most embarrassing things that I had experienced. I am reminded sadly of the few years right between graduating from High School and getting married and deciding to start a family. Most of my friends at that time were being sent off to college and living on campus in Texas. That was not the case with me, my father may have been able to afford to send me to college. However, he was the type of man who believed that ninety-eight percent of the time whatever a student majored in college they did not actual make a living doing. I cannot say that I was surprised, at that time in my life my father had never been supportive. I wish I would have received knowledge about the government grants available during that time. Especially the FAFSA grant that did not have to be repaid. Instead of going to college, I worked babysitting, cleaning houses, as a cashier, hostess in a restaurant, a receptionist for a bankruptcy attorney, file clerk, also a telemarketer. I would try different kinds of jobs looking for something that I could enjoy doing on a long-term basis.
By Greer Collins5 years ago in Confessions
Selling My Sole
I hate my feet. Cute shoes have never been something I spend a lot of money on because, well, model-worthy feet were not something my genetics blessed me with. As much as I love the look of some red-soled Louboutins, they simply are way too narrow for my feet. Fashion may be pain, but I’d rather get stuffed into a dress I can barely breathe in, rather than give up my mobility.
By Antonia M Greco 5 years ago in Confessions
Married Couple Spice Night Gone Wrong
Well, you know how they always say you have to keep your marriage spiced up. Yeah, that's great just make sure to think it through first okay. So, my husband and I jumped in the car, and just before speeding off like criminals in a high-speed chase, we told the family member left behind with the kids we'd be right back. Haha, little did he know he was our uniformed babysitter. So with no real plans, I was barely dressed, a tiny skirt and a tank top with no bra. We drove to the beach and hoped to enjoy the moonlight with no disturbance from the kids. We also hoped for some unbridled intimacy with no kids asking a million questions.
By TanYah Global5 years ago in Confessions
Minding My Ps and Qs
I arrived in Jerusalem for a year of study abroad with no knowledge of the language, not even a pronoun. I resisted a course of formal study (Ulpan) because the Land of Israel is, in and of itself, a lesson in Hebrew. Everywhere I went, people were willing to help, to correct, to teach.
By Karen Goldstein5 years ago in Confessions
I do, I did.
A busy Saturday morning is normal during everyone's big day. The ladies gathered together, rushed off to get their hair and nails done for their friend's wedding in the afternoon. all of us ladies sat in salon chairs laughing and chatting up a storm as time passed by.
By Sheila L. Chingwa5 years ago in Confessions