The most awkward moment you can remember
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As far as awkward moments go I've had quite a few but since I was fairly drunk during most of these I can't really remember them. The worst one that I can remember is about 5 years ago with my younger brother almost walking in on me and my girlfriend at the time.
He then went and looked through the bin for used condoms. -_- And told my mum. He got 10 shades of shit ripped out of him for trying to embarrass me (and being frankly weird) but didn't make it any less awkward.
He then went and looked through the bin for used condoms. -_- And told my mum. He got 10 shades of shit ripped out of him for trying to embarrass me (and being frankly weird) but didn't make it any less awkward.
The most awkward moment I've had was trying to tell a girl that I really liked her. Worded it horribly, she didn't reciprocate, and we had classes together for the rest of the day...
Oh, I remembered another. It was at a party on the same field as the awkward moment I mentioned before, but it happened a couple of weeks prior. I'd had way too much whiskey to drink and spent a good part of the evening chasing after another drunk girl who thought I was trying to rape her. I think I recall saying a lot of things like "loving her until the end of time" and I had to be wrestled down by a lot of people while screaming her name.
Still, I'm not sure if that's as bad as something that happened to my other friend at the most recent field party, where she'd drunk way too much, vomited on the grass, kept on screaming my friend's name and badgering him for cigarettes, and then passed out while her boyfriend and friends tried to drag her back to a friend's house. And now my friend whose name she kept on shouting has gotten it in his head that she fancies him because of that, and is waiting for her to dump him (since, according to him, they don't seem happy and he didn't even entirely look after until the end after she was drunk and vomiting) so that he can ask her out.
Maybe I'm going to sound like a dick for saying this, but I hope she knocks him back 'cos I'd be pissed if I had yet another friend who I once had something to share but now spends a lot of his time with his girlfriend, and I have to stomach them holding hands, hugging from behind, and kissing while I stand there like a fucking moron. Oh, and this is after my crush has now kind of start having a casual "friends with benefits"-type deal with my other friend, who doesn't know what the fuck he wants and had previously been juggling her and another girl due to his apparently high sex drive and inability to make mature decisions.
Still, I'm not sure if that's as bad as something that happened to my other friend at the most recent field party, where she'd drunk way too much, vomited on the grass, kept on screaming my friend's name and badgering him for cigarettes, and then passed out while her boyfriend and friends tried to drag her back to a friend's house. And now my friend whose name she kept on shouting has gotten it in his head that she fancies him because of that, and is waiting for her to dump him (since, according to him, they don't seem happy and he didn't even entirely look after until the end after she was drunk and vomiting) so that he can ask her out.
Maybe I'm going to sound like a dick for saying this, but I hope she knocks him back 'cos I'd be pissed if I had yet another friend who I once had something to share but now spends a lot of his time with his girlfriend, and I have to stomach them holding hands, hugging from behind, and kissing while I stand there like a fucking moron. Oh, and this is after my crush has now kind of start having a casual "friends with benefits"-type deal with my other friend, who doesn't know what the fuck he wants and had previously been juggling her and another girl due to his apparently high sex drive and inability to make mature decisions.
THE most awkward experience to date for myslef was 4-5 years ago. Me and a new girlfriend I'd only known for lik 4-5 months were out drinking, not VERY drunk mind you but to the degree you don't notice little things going on around or happening to you. Anyway we went to bed back at my apartment and I was like half way finnished eating her out when someone knocked on the door I got up to answer it and it was my sister and a couple of her friends, heres the awkward part my girlfriend was apparently in "mid flow" and long story short I failed to tell a convincing lie to my sister and her friends as to why I had blood all over my mouth and chin and a little on my hands. My girlfriend was traumatized, my sister was traumatized tho it didn't stop my sister from telling every fucking member of my immediate family about it the next day.
2 lessons: 1. NEVER drink and then have sex with the lights off.
2. NEVER answer the door in mid nasty.
2 lessons: 1. NEVER drink and then have sex with the lights off.
2. NEVER answer the door in mid nasty.
Not really sure how this would fair in the ol' Awkward Meter, but here goes anyway.
During high school, a friend (who I secretly had a crush on) and I, were involved in a Quinceniera (which is the Hispanic equivalent to a Sweet 16, only for a 15 year old) and the two of use were part of the "royal court" of gentlemen and maids that would appear along side the Quinceniera (girl) and perform some waltz and dances (don't really know any better of explaining it than this).
Not only that, she was the instructor for a majority of the dances and I was her partner. She wanted to practice some dance moves with me and I agreed to help her. The only thing is that I was a little nervous to be seen dancing in the school, let alone with a girl that I had fallen head-over-heels for. She said that we could practice in an empty classroom where no one would see us.
So during lunch, we went there, played the music and just danced. It was truly a moment of bliss and the two of us were completely in sync when we danced, so it was truly one of my favorite moments in high school. I was so lost in the moment that I failed to notice people casually coming into the room and stayed to watch us finish the routine.
When we were done, we got a standing ovation from our suddenly concocted audience, which suddenly filled the entire classroom. I decided to just roll with it and thanked everyone for their praises, although I was completely embarrassed. My friend then hugged me and thanked me for assisting her, and that made the moment a little less awkward.
Although the next day, I had to fend off a lot of rumors that we were a couple because we weren't.
During high school, a friend (who I secretly had a crush on) and I, were involved in a Quinceniera (which is the Hispanic equivalent to a Sweet 16, only for a 15 year old) and the two of use were part of the "royal court" of gentlemen and maids that would appear along side the Quinceniera (girl) and perform some waltz and dances (don't really know any better of explaining it than this).
Not only that, she was the instructor for a majority of the dances and I was her partner. She wanted to practice some dance moves with me and I agreed to help her. The only thing is that I was a little nervous to be seen dancing in the school, let alone with a girl that I had fallen head-over-heels for. She said that we could practice in an empty classroom where no one would see us.
So during lunch, we went there, played the music and just danced. It was truly a moment of bliss and the two of us were completely in sync when we danced, so it was truly one of my favorite moments in high school. I was so lost in the moment that I failed to notice people casually coming into the room and stayed to watch us finish the routine.
When we were done, we got a standing ovation from our suddenly concocted audience, which suddenly filled the entire classroom. I decided to just roll with it and thanked everyone for their praises, although I was completely embarrassed. My friend then hugged me and thanked me for assisting her, and that made the moment a little less awkward.
Although the next day, I had to fend off a lot of rumors that we were a couple because we weren't.
Most awkward thing I've ever said was luckily only witnessed by one person. In high school I had walked into the band room and I noticed that people were whispering in tight groups or not talking at all. The whole atmosphere was ominous and stifling. I must have been visibly distraught because a friend of mine asked me what was wrong.
I said "I don't know. The whole atmosphere in here. It feels like somebody died, you know?"
My friend gave a disappointed sigh. The you-just-made-a-joke-in-very-poor-taste type of sigh.
I instantly asked him what was wrong and he said "The band director's wife died."
I then spent the next thirty seconds convincing him that I didn't know. The information was released in an email and basically everyone knew but me. Needless to say, I started checking my email more often after that happened.
I said "I don't know. The whole atmosphere in here. It feels like somebody died, you know?"
My friend gave a disappointed sigh. The you-just-made-a-joke-in-very-poor-taste type of sigh.
I instantly asked him what was wrong and he said "The band director's wife died."
I then spent the next thirty seconds convincing him that I didn't know. The information was released in an email and basically everyone knew but me. Needless to say, I started checking my email more often after that happened.
Also, at my father's 50th Birthday dinner (super fancy restaurant) I got up from the table only to, in my alcohol-fueled stupor, knock it over along with many plates and glasses of wine.
And another time at Thanksgiving (drunk again) I sneezed with white wine in my mouth, spitting it across the 5' wide table into my aunt's face.
It wasn't really awkward, but hilarious if I'm honest although I can imagine some people feeling awkward by it (my family has desensitised me to a lot of things, lol).
Quite a few years back my Aunt and Uncle were living with us after they had an incredibly bad accident in Spain.
There was a rather bemusing TV programme on called 'Designer Vaginas'. Anyway, for some reason we (the whole family) started watching it and then after a while at one particular image my Aunt asked "My one looks better than that right?" and my Uncle replied "Yes babe, yours is lovely".
I looked at my Dad, my Dad looked at me and we broke down pissing ourselves laughing.
Good times. They were a pair of assholes that I'm glad we're shot of.
Quite a few years back my Aunt and Uncle were living with us after they had an incredibly bad accident in Spain.
There was a rather bemusing TV programme on called 'Designer Vaginas'. Anyway, for some reason we (the whole family) started watching it and then after a while at one particular image my Aunt asked "My one looks better than that right?" and my Uncle replied "Yes babe, yours is lovely".
I looked at my Dad, my Dad looked at me and we broke down pissing ourselves laughing.
Good times. They were a pair of assholes that I'm glad we're shot of.
