Discussion in 'The Lounge' started by 8Bit Bob, Mar 12, 2018.
This is the place to share all those awkward stories/moments in your life.
I'll start: the first (and only) time I ever slow danced with someone I didn't know how to go about it, so I ended up putting my hand on her shoulder instead of her hip. Then her friend's mom came up and took my hand off the girl I was dancing with's shoulder and put it on her hip.
Needles to say I was beyond embarrassed
Did she follow y'all into the bedroom too? That would have been cool!
No, that didn't happen considering the fact that I was like 14 and am a Christian
Thanks for asking.
I posted the first chapter of my little story in the Workshop imagining I'd be flooded with responses. It turns out, not quite. This is an awkward and lonely moment. But I'm also a good sport, and tough-skinned.
I'm out to actually get some writing done.
Oh boy, I'll probably end up with several posts here...
Freshman year (high school)
They just started construction on the building (remodeling), so there was a weird place we could eat below the senior commons because the north commons was no longer a thing. We had to go downstairs to get to this place, which was like, by the locker rooms. I don't actually know what that space was supposed to be used for.
Anyways, either I was coming up the stairs or coming down the stairs. This guy rounds the corner (narrower stairs), and we bump into each other. The guy was carrying his lunch tray, and some of his food went splat on the floor.
I felt so bad and embarrassed. He probably didn't have very much left to eat.
I am awkward, that is all.
Well I had this one awkward moment where I got drunk at some fenced in place with a bunch of rocks whilst I was ditching school because I'm so cool, and when I decided to leave I was so drunk I couldn't find the entrance. So I wandered around the area until finally I got the brilliant idea to climb up the rusty, rickety fence. So being that it would've been a tough climb sober, and I wasn't sober, I slipped and sliced my hand open on the top of the fence. There was blood everywhere. So I wandered around for a long time with my bleeding hand until I finally located the exit, still pretty damn drunk, keep that in mind, and I went outside into the street. I rather calmly showed my hand to a stranger and asked him if he could point me to the nearest hospital and he kindly did. So holding my hand to try and stuff the blood back inside my leaking body, I drunkenly stumbled into the hospital and started nervously rambling about the hand, about that I was drunk, and don't tell my parents, and don't tell the school, and I'm a freaking idiot, etc. They helped me out but of course had to tell my parents. My mom literally cried at the hospital when they found out I skipped school to get drunk. That was the most awkward part, but pretty much every interaction leading up to that point was awkward as hell.
I feel ya there man
Just yesterday... Punched my friend/colleague in the chin when her guard was down (muay thai, not an actual fight!). Now she complains her jaw and back teeth feel funny. Half the office knows. I’m awkward and embarrassed.
If you were doing muay thai what's there to be embarrassed about? She let her guard down and got punched, isn't that what you're supposed to do?
Edit: I mean, I don't like hurting my friends when I spar them either, but if you both agree to fight then you know the risks.
She understands it, but the people around us don’t. I hate to pull the woman card, but it’s already considered weird we do this (both of us are far from the stereotypical short-haired tomboy martial artist), but now that I’m the girl who actually injured her colleague, it’s just awkward, socially.
Oh, that makes a bit more sense.
I know where you're coming from. One time during a black belt test at my studio (I was not the one getting the belt, I was attending because I already was a black belt) we were doing this thing called "four corners" where you have four people all attacking you (grabbing and stuff, no punches or kicks) at the same time, and you have to try and escape them. Well, one of the attackers fell on top of the person doing the test, and he ended up breaking his thumb. It was honestly just a freak accident, but for the next month or so every time someone asked how he broke his thumb he'd have to say during a black belt test, and they would come away thinking our studio was like super dangerous or something (I mean our studio's pretty tough, but not to the point where bones are broken ).
Long ago and far away, I ran into an old Air Force buddy named Lacy (a dude, yes, a dude). I got right up on him, close enough to intone that a man-hug was in order because, dang, what are you doing in Melbourne Beach, did you move here, so cool to see you...
...and it wasn't Lacy.
...it was his doppleganger.
Yeah, injuries are surprisingly rare, aside from the usual bruises.
I think I’m slowly building a reputation. Two weeks ago I dragged another colleague to a trampoline park and she broke her foot. I didn’t break it though, so at least there’s that.
My friend nick (who is gayer than springtime) took me to what he thought was a gay hang out, in New York . He then proceeded to walk up to this guy who was leaning on the bar wearing leathers, slap him on the arse and say "hey, I like leather too" (He's a man of subtlety and tact as you can tell).
That was the moment when the awful reality dawned that it wasn't a gay hang out... it was a biker hang out.. ( the back patches on the walls should have been a clue, but in our defence we'd had a lot to drink by that point)
I'd like to say we won the fight that ensued but that would be a lie. Instead we deployed the well known martial art Runli kefuck
That explains the hip thing - I was thinking it was one hand on the bra strap, one hand on the ass - her hands go round your neck
Beginning of senior year:
I saw this girl in the hallway. I said to my boyfriend "Hey, look, it's my friend!"
I excitedly went over to her because I hadn't heard from her all summer.
I say hi, she turns around, and I realize it was not my friend. She said hi back, though.
I was like, "Oh, I thought you were someone else. Sorry."
My boyfriend won't let me forget that one.
I remember a time when me and the wife were at the mall.
I started to follow this other woman who was dressed similar
for a few seconds, before I realized it wasn't the wife.
Good thing too, cause then shit could have gotten weird.
Just remembered another situation like these I had...
I was at the store with my family when I was really young. It was a bigger store (Target). I was with my dad, and my mom was somewhere else. Well, I saw my mom walking with a cart down the aisle, back away from us. I said to my dad that she was down the aisle, and he said that wasn't her. So, I ran up to her and was like "Mommy!" because I knew my dad was wrong and that was her.
It was not her.
She looked at me...
I just acted like I didn't just scream mommy at some random lady and walked back to my dad.
Homes, who the fuck lives in your head?
So glad I hadn't just taken a drink of anything...
Absolutely the most awkward moment of my life:
When I was a teenager (ETA: age of consent , but technically a teenager), our house was a typical one-story California ranch. My room was the last room at the far end of the house. The livingroom and all three exit doors were at the front end of the house.
My parents worked nights.
Boyfriend and I decided to use the fireplace in the livingroom...but didn't stay in the livingroom.
Dad came home early, before the alarm we'd so carefully remembered to set went off.
Boyfriend's car being in the driveway, Dad had to park behind Boyfriend.
That is all.
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