Embarrassment
The Red Dress Betrayal
The year was 1992, and I was a sophomore in high school. I had been dating Craig (not his real name) for about a year at that point. Our first year together had been exciting and it started off with a date at our school’s Winter Prom. It was now a year later, and we were preparing to go to our second Winter Prom together.
By Nicole Colwell5 years ago in Confessions
Guess That Noise
When I saw this challenge, I got excited. Really excited. Now this is a challenge I stand a chance at winning, I thought. I am a professional at embarrassing moments, putting my foot in my mouth etc. I had so many stories to write about I didn't know which one to start with. What about the time I was wearing high heels and somehow slipped on the sidewalk and slid as if on a snowboard for almost a meter in front of a line-up of people waiting for the bus only to fall over at the beginning of the line with my backpack over my head. What about the time I was doing one of my first flights as a flight attendant ever and forgot that my retractable jumpseat at the front of a very small, yet full of passengers airplane, would retract if I didn't hold it down and I fell back into the airplane door with my feet up in the air as I tried to sit down? Or the other evening when I entered a school PTA Zoom meeting yelling at my kids to stop playing and eat their dinners, forgetting to mute my mic (I left that meeting quick and probably won't be attending the next few).
By Isabelle Dumais5 years ago in Confessions
Mr. Saucy Pants
I walked around the corner surprised to see a table full of my coworkers. It was lunchtime, so the fact that people were gathering wasn’t out of the ordinary, but I’d never seen this many people at the same table before. Then I noticed my boss sitting in the middle of the group.
By Alex Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Business & Pleasure
Business & Pleasure don’t mix! I knew I was out my comfort zone whenever I walked into the before dinner drinks party. Let me set the scene, so you understand one of the worst nights of my life...well, at least a truly embarrassing, cringe worthy worst night.
By Nicci Forte5 years ago in Confessions
This Is Why You Should Not Take Romantic Movies Seriously
I decided to write this story when I came across some of my old poetry. These poems brought back a myriad of embarrassing memories. I can’t just pick one cringy moment because I cringe at the entire process that led me to adulthood.
By Rebecca Knight5 years ago in Confessions
Honeymoon Blunders
It was supposed to be the perfect vacation. Sunshine, crystal clear ocean, wildlife at every turn and many fun adventures planned. Some of the adventures included a catamaran tour, snorkeling, a volcano tour, a dip in the hot springs and zip lining. There was only one problem. Although my husband at the time was the adventurous type; I was not. Some may call him an adrenaline junkie. I liked to play it safe. But this was a chance for me to broaden my horizons and step out of my comfort zone.
By Kristine Louise5 years ago in Confessions
Tea and Brownies
Refreshments, Madam? Sir? Children? Those of you in between? Everyone needs a good snack, right? What better snack is there than one accompanied by entertainment? My name will forever remain infamous within with my family. Though I would love to say I am embarrassed about some of the past events that occurred, I must say that to me they are now quite old. For fresher ears, however, these short moments are likely funny. So, grab a snack and have some laughs at my expense.
By E.L. Martin5 years ago in Confessions
Caught with my pants down.
Many moons ago, I was working as a cook at a local restaurant that sat just outside a large shopping centre. I worked the dreaded split-shift so my lunch breaks tended to be between two to three hours long and not having a car at the time, I couldn’t just pop home. For anybody having worked in hospitality may know, even free food from work gets boring after a while. There was a food court in the shopping centre, nothing fancy but at least it had variety. The only advantage of having a late afternoon lunch break was the Chinese spot! They would box up what was left of the self serve and sell it mad cheap. Granted, this food had probably been sitting there at a holding temperature for several hours but it still tasted good, and it was cheap, so I ate double.
By Danny CJ Mitchell5 years ago in Confessions
I Took That Shit All The Way To The Pew
My name is Maxwell Denny. Poor choices and skewed genetics have led to a life of utter chaos and ultimate demise. It has been said that I embody psychotic behavior, often lacking routine human emotions such as fear, love, distress, and embarrassment. But oh how the outside eye needeth put on a pair of glasses and get thy nose out of thy neighbor's anus. For one August evening would change the course of my life forever; staining my soul stale and the church pews brown, leaving me in a constant state of embarrassment that will haunt me forever.
By Maxwell Denny5 years ago in Confessions
Brace Yourself New York!
We arrived in New York in the early hours of the morning on the 6th of August. When I woke the next morning, my knee had tripled in size and was varying shades of purples, blues and mustard yellows. The pain wasn’t that bad, and I have a pretty high pain threshold, someone as clumsy as me, has to be able to tolerate pain. The family decide to start exploring the city. We all dressed and off we went in search of Central Park Zoo, which we found out was about 20 blocks away. After 20 blocks my knee and ankle we throbbing, after a couple of hours walking through Central Park and visiting the Zoo my knee and ankle were screaming, so Glen and I headed back to the hotel, when I iced me knee, Glen propped it up with pillows making sure I was comfortable, before he went off exploring.
By Cassie Ford5 years ago in Confessions
How I Ruined My Own Dance Recital!
In the early 2000s, I attended a performing and fine arts middle and high school. I auditioned for its art and animation program due to my interest in visual arts, and my grandmother's advice. Though I got accepted into the program, I was forced to attend the ballet classes because the school still had me registered under "Undeclared" and I needed a major in order to stay at the school. After over a month of tripping over my own feet and everyone else's, I found my way into the animation classes, which I just knew I going to love. I was wrong! My teacher was a pretentious, lunatic with a fetish for all things Disney. He was over critical of my work and did not waste time humiliating me when he got the chance. By the time eighth grade rolled around, I was the latest addition to the dance program and the newest laughing stock of the school as being a male dancer was still deemed emasculating and weak.
By AR Terique5 years ago in Confessions
