Embarrassment
Things Went Sideways
I hate first dates. Some people relish the prospect of meeting new people, making new connections and the possibility of a true love connection. Under my anecdotal, non-scientific observation these people are always extroverts. I’m an introvert, I like people who know me already. I like people whose stories I know and who know mine. I like relationships that are multi-layered, based on inside knowledge and a deep connection that is way beyond superficial. But, to get to this level of deep connection you must first meet people. Agh!
By laura hayden5 years ago in Confessions
The Great White Way Off Base
Being a certified Theater instructor and a 40 year veteran of the entertainment industry, including owning an entertainment company that specialized in dinner theater, I thought that I had a pretty good handle on most things theater and a strong knowledge of the entertainment business. I know my way around movies, both classic and current and I have a pretty good, I thought, knowledge of theater. I came to realize, in the most embarrassing way, that that was not necessarily the case. The term “pride goeth before a fall” is more painful when it happens in front of family.
By Michael Cote5 years ago in Confessions
I got scammed
I tend to be a bit of a ditz so it really does not surprise me that something like this happened. I do find it a bit embarrassing though. It had all started with a call that in 48 hours a company called 'Vtech' was going to take $400 off my card. Logically I should have realized there was something wrong with that and that I have never done monthly bills over $100, but my first thought was. all the money that would come off my card the next day. So I called the number back to unsubscribe.
By Charity Walker5 years ago in Confessions
Fashion Faux Pas
There’s always that one person around who owns their actions, mistakes, failures, and successes gracefully. They never seem to blush, and always have their head held high. Sometimes they pass things off with a shrug, maybe a joke, or best yet – they aren’t even aware of what had happened.
By F5 years ago in Confessions
Pissing my Way to the Top
I've always been an overly anxious person. So much so that until relatively recently, I haven't been able to ask for any sort of help, or basic needs questions if I felt that I would be a burden in doing so. Or if it were awkward. Or I just... didn't know how to handle the situation.
By J. Lee5 years ago in Confessions
Sick Moves In The DJ Booth
The night had started out like any other with my whirlwind of a friend, Jane. Two single girls in the city, headed out to drink, dance, and find their next disastrous date. The setting was as clichéd as clubs come: overpriced drinks, overdressed girls, and underwhelming men. That as never a problem for our dynamic duo, though, as a few shots in everything would soon take on a gleaming newness that was nowhere to be found when sober.
By Nati Saednejad5 years ago in Confessions
How a Speech About Wayne’s World 2 Led to Life Enlightenments
Do you remember the first time you ever had to speak publicly? Do you remember the fear? Do you remember the most awkward moment of your high school experience? That moment in time where you wish the floor could swallow you whole and remove any existence that you were there.
By Jolie Downs5 years ago in Confessions
Sometimes its best to take the cr*p
I was thirteen years old and had recently began dating my first girlfriend, it was all going rather swimmingly, and I believed like most thirteen years olds that our love was purer than all others and that this, would last forever. Of course, it was not, and it didn’t last but in that window of time I believed that this was IT. As any thirteen-year-old in love you agree to do anything to preserve your relationship so when my girlfriend contacted me early one morning in a frenzy I agreed to help.
By Spencer Hawken5 years ago in Confessions
When Revulsion Eclipses Humiliation
Oh no. I had been lying in bed, savoring that precious few moments before the torment of the third-and-final snooze alarm set in. Following the second, I had been unable to return to the land of slumber, thinking about the day’s busy itinerary; in two hours, we would be on our way to sunny Bermuda.
By Karin Kaltofen5 years ago in Confessions
