Embarrassment

Most Embarrassing Moment
Honestly, I've had my embarrassing moments that has happened in my life here and there but there was something I would never forget 14 years ago during my adolescent years. The world’s most embarrassing thing that has ever happen to me was at middle school. I was a student at Montgomery Village Middle School in the 7th grade.
By Gladys W. Muturi5 years ago in Confessions
And all that S*&!
Embarrassment. Funny thing is embarrassment as I look back at the things that I have once done and remember at the time I felt mortified that they had happened and I wouldn’t talk about them or try to think about them but if those situations were to happen to me now, I don’t think I would b that bothered by it… well, at least not AS bothered as I was back then.
By Matthew Grantham5 years ago in Confessions
I Can Be A Damn Dummy
I'm sitting on my sofa. I go to stand up. Nope. I've stood up a zillion times before. I mean, come on. I've got muscle memory and a lifetime of perfecting the graceful art of lifting my torso.
By Christy Munson5 years ago in Confessions
Rule Number Five
I have no idea what the poor janitor must have thought when he got that fateful call to the women’s bathroom. I wonder if he became so concerned that he called the nurse.
By Emery Garner5 years ago in Confessions
Hookup disaster
To this date this is by far the most mortifying experience to have happened to me and yet I can't help but cringe everytime I revisit the embarrassing truth of it.
By Jane Lovemoore5 years ago in Confessions
That Time I Tried To Tell My Crush I Liked Him...
Behold, a tale set in the land of end-of-teenage cringe. I was 19 years old at the time, and for years afterwards, if anyone even said the word "cringe" I would remember this happening, and desperately wish to fling myself into the abyss.
By PD5 years ago in Confessions
A First Date to Remember
It was the summer of 2010; I was recently single after a long relationship with my ex-fiancée and another short-rebound fling. I swore I was going to stay away from men and the dating scene and concentrate on me for a while (you know that saying that everyone uses after a devastating breakup). But low and behold, I had a date. And he was meeting me at my apartment for drinks before dinner. I was nervous, excited and giddy all at the same time.
By Chrissy Cadorin5 years ago in Confessions
First Date Horror Story
I was really excited about going on our first date with John. We had been out with friends a few times, but it was the first time the two of us would go out and have a real date.
By Elena Athon5 years ago in Confessions
Expect the Unexpected
When you’re in a committed, intimate relationship with someone who is a decade and a half older than you, you run into a few embarrassing moments –and usually, its other people embarrassing themselves.
By Maeple Fourest5 years ago in Confessions
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
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