Worst moment with the opposite Sex?
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Having a good friend decide to sit on you, during a soccer game or lunch. And she can feel it.
Yea.......Usually I get the awkard look afterwards everyone has left the area, or a smile and a wave.
usually
Having a good friend decide to sit on you, during a soccer game or lunch. And she can feel it.
Yea.......Usually I get the awkard look afterwards everyone has left the area, or a smile and a wave.
usually
Well thats a nice story.ChickDangerous said:Probably when a friend told me that he had feelings for me and I freaked out and wouldn't talk to him for days. I had the hots for him years ago in school and we'd been in contact since but I'd then moved away and I was thinking it was all to much WTF for me. I ended up marrying him though
I am dating one of my friends. Kinda funny it began in an argument, she said that we would only last like half a year, i thought we would last a year. So far so good, kinda funny when a relationship begins in the name of science.
Hmmm...kudos on the thread....
...I think mine would have been about a month or two ago,
and this guy I REALLY liked, caught me off guard and asked me out!
In the shock of the moment, I declined and made up some bull crap excuse for not being able
to join him....I think I've screwed it all up now though....Every time I seee him now he gives me this "I'm hurt" look and I don't know how to patch things back up...*sighs*
...I think mine would have been about a month or two ago,
and this guy I REALLY liked, caught me off guard and asked me out!
In the shock of the moment, I declined and made up some bull crap excuse for not being able
to join him....I think I've screwed it all up now though....
Every time I seee him now he gives me this "I'm hurt" look and I don't know how to patch things back up...*sighs*
Lol. Last night at a nightclub, met a nice girl, kissed her for a while, and then some 6"5 tank walks over asking what the fuck I was doing with his girlfriend.
Thank god for several huge bouncers standing nearby.
Thank god for several huge bouncers standing nearby.
I have met alot of friends just from working in shopping centres and when I was 18 I was friends with all the Cleaning staff. There was one particular cleaner that, in the end, developed feelings for me...he was in his late 30's early 40's. There are service tunnels that only staff within the centre can use, and before work I decided to go for a walk with him to get something from his office. Along the way, he tried to kiss me up against a wall and I shudder to remember the moment. It traumatised me and to make matters worse, he didn't want me to say anything to anyone about it. I told one person who I thought I could trust, because I didn't really know what to do at the time. Then that person told his Second in Charge and then she told our Centre Management. He had a go at me and I ended up leaving work early because I was upset. They asked me to lie for him, mind you I wasn't in the right mind to say yes or no, but convinced me to do so because of our friendship. Centre Management didn't believe the story in the end and last I heard he was transferred somewhere else, or fired. He was a married man too, with children. I haven't seen or heard about him since.
That's got to be my worst moment and is the reason I had trust issues for a while.
That's got to be my worst moment and is the reason I had trust issues for a while.
I talked about how god wasnt real in front of this girl I liked and liked me back. I late found out how insanly religious she is.
I think you've got to break the ice by being honest. It could go either way, but it least you might feel better for it.Joselyn said:Hmmm...kudos on the thread....
...I think mine would have been about a month or two ago,
and this guy I REALLY liked, caught me off guard and asked me out!
In the shock of the moment, I declined and made up some bull crap excuse for not being able
to join him....I think I've screwed it all up now though....
Got drunk 1 night and decided it was a good idea to express in txt form how much i was in love with 1 of my best friends... Woke up the next morning to a "WTF?" txt back from her and i just looked at what i'd said the night before and cried... Nearly ruined our friendship but i managed to get her to forgive me in the end...
oh man. this made me laugh so hard. well played. honestly I think of anything but the process when making out with a girl, it can get so boring. "alright, you don't want to have sexuals but we are gonna keep kissing and groping and dry humping for the next hour...wanna watch Seinfeld?"Dart378 said:
Well, I have never pissed off a member of the oppisite sex, which is a monolithic statement, (With the Exception of my Mother) But I have screwed up in just about every other way.
Like acidently telling the girl I like, that I see her as my "Sister" Hear that whistling? thats the sound of the graph that just plummeted, its title is: "Chances of a Romantic Realtionship"
As a side note, I have probably angered at least a few women, though none have been angry enough to Slap me, insult me publicly with hurtful intenet (They have done it playfully(Hopefully)), or kick me in the crotch.
But I guess that is not the worst moment, when I was about seven, I started playing Baseball. Like many other seven year old boys, I found wearing a Jock Strap very Discomforting. So one day, with all the foresight a seven year old could use, I did not wear it. This one decision, is easily the most painful mistake I made. Today I was trying out to be the catcher, I was playing Coach Pitch at this age, I was psyched for this, my brother was a chatcher, my father was a chatcher, even my grandfather was a catcher. I was ready to take up the mit and continue my family 'legacy'. I crotched down behind the plate, well aware of all the motions of being a human target.
Then Taylor Ledger walked up to the plate.
This girl was a tomboy to end all tomboys, she had her ponytail, her chewing gum, and her faced marked with black chalk. (Which was kinda funny because this was practice, not a game, and on top of that baseball). She took a few practice swings, trying to hit the air. (Though in truth, none of use could hit the ball, we all were just trying to look cool), The Coach nooded her approval, she then prepared to throw the ball as lightly as possible. (we were seven after all) the tomboy of myth then swung her bat as violently as possible, missing the ball. She then, yet again, trying to act suave, ran the tip of the bat across the plate, with all the intensity a tom boy could muster with an alluminum bat.
But here is the kicker, Taylor Ledger, without noticing it, swung the bat too far, faster then one could say "Tiger Woods" the Tomboy practiced her golf back swing on my pre-pubescent crotch.
Needless to say, I have yet to scream and cry that loud again, this made me paralyzed of not only being a catcher, but of swinging bats, and for some reason, baseballs. I still mourn over the missed chance of me becoming a proffesional.
-This-is-Hip-Hop
Like acidently telling the girl I like, that I see her as my "Sister" Hear that whistling? thats the sound of the graph that just plummeted, its title is: "Chances of a Romantic Realtionship"
As a side note, I have probably angered at least a few women, though none have been angry enough to Slap me, insult me publicly with hurtful intenet (They have done it playfully(Hopefully)), or kick me in the crotch.
But I guess that is not the worst moment, when I was about seven, I started playing Baseball. Like many other seven year old boys, I found wearing a Jock Strap very Discomforting. So one day, with all the foresight a seven year old could use, I did not wear it. This one decision, is easily the most painful mistake I made. Today I was trying out to be the catcher, I was playing Coach Pitch at this age, I was psyched for this, my brother was a chatcher, my father was a chatcher, even my grandfather was a catcher. I was ready to take up the mit and continue my family 'legacy'. I crotched down behind the plate, well aware of all the motions of being a human target.
Then Taylor Ledger walked up to the plate.
This girl was a tomboy to end all tomboys, she had her ponytail, her chewing gum, and her faced marked with black chalk. (Which was kinda funny because this was practice, not a game, and on top of that baseball). She took a few practice swings, trying to hit the air. (Though in truth, none of use could hit the ball, we all were just trying to look cool), The Coach nooded her approval, she then prepared to throw the ball as lightly as possible. (we were seven after all) the tomboy of myth then swung her bat as violently as possible, missing the ball. She then, yet again, trying to act suave, ran the tip of the bat across the plate, with all the intensity a tom boy could muster with an alluminum bat.
But here is the kicker, Taylor Ledger, without noticing it, swung the bat too far, faster then one could say "Tiger Woods" the Tomboy practiced her golf back swing on my pre-pubescent crotch.
Needless to say, I have yet to scream and cry that loud again, this made me paralyzed of not only being a catcher, but of swinging bats, and for some reason, baseballs. I still mourn over the missed chance of me becoming a proffesional.
-This-is-Hip-Hop
Played tonsil hockey with a male friend of six years on a whim when I knew he'd fancied me for some time and would interpret it as much, much more than stupid teenaged horniness.
This past Wednesday I almost had an alcohol-induced one night stand with a friend. Her roommate came back early and walked in on us in on us before things got too serious, which promptly brought everything to an abrupt halt. The next morning after sobering up, things were incredibly awkward and embarassing between me and her.