Embarrassment
La petite anglaise
This is a true story. All names have been changed. La petite anglaise. The little Englishwoman. Truth is, I’m not exactly petite. Or feminine. Or elegant. I’m a tall, big-boned, big-footed Englishwoman of hardy peasant stock, prone to bouts of clumsiness, both physical and verbal. But that’s what they called me, la petite anglaise, during the dreamy summer of 1991 when I worked in a hotel, high up in the French Alps. I was 20 years old, good at French and, despite my big-boned clumsiness, reasonably attractive and reasonably slim, considering the number of croissants I wolfed down every morning with a large bowl of strong coffee. Attractive enough at least to catch the eye of Stéphane, the 19-year-old sous-chef. Tall and wiry with a mop of dark hair, he was a clown in the kitchen, always teasing me and the other girls and playing pranks on us. I knew he had a girlfriend back home in Lyon, but that certainly didn’t stop him flirting. It was only a bit of fun, after all. A summer fling before I returned to university in the cold, autumnal North of England. I hadn’t had a boyfriend for a while and I’d been having the time of my life that year in France – travelling, making friends, drinking and partying like there was no tomorrow, far from the reproving looks of my family back home.
By Lola Finch5 years ago in Confessions
Pesticide for Men
I am probably a main attraction at the Hall of Fame for the Humorously Humiliated. It’s no secret. Most boys do some absolutely bonehead things in their pursuit to gain the attention of little girls. Comparatively, the efforts of an adolescent male can be smooth like a peacock’s spreading it colorful tail feathers, or as goofy as a black widow spider dancing for a prospective mate. I have to admit the story you’re about to hear will attest to one thing...I could have put that goofy, dancing spider to shame in my early years of dating.
By Author Walter Mathis5 years ago in Confessions
🎵The Wheels and My Butt Go Round and Round🎵
February 10, 2015 at the University of Massachusetts, Lowell. A day that will live rent free in my mind for the rest of my life. At that time, I lived rather predictable days. They consisted of class, dining hall, class, dining hall, homework, dining hall, you get the picture. This college campus was unique, and in order to get to classes we had to take a bus to go between the dorms and classes.
By Kamiren Humphrey5 years ago in Confessions
Where were period panties when I needed them?
We may have all come across a commercial on facebook or other social media networks where they talk about period panties. Some are geared towards women who may not have access to feminine hygiene products. This I believe is one of the greatest inventions and I wish I knew about it sooner. I love the slogan by Thinx which states “ because every person with a period deserves peace of mind.”
By Ali SP5 years ago in Confessions
How Can Someone with an Aversion to Cold Winters Survive All Our Weather Seasons?
By escaping, whenever possible like Houdini to warm climates during the peak winter months --- survival is possible! Brayden and his wife Brianne vacationed with us as couples (during the winter months) to Honolulu for several weeks each year to escape the cold inclement weather. We pursued this annual tradition for almost a decade until his wife passed away.
By Anthony Chan5 years ago in Confessions
It Was All Downhill From There....
Imagine, if you can, it’s 1969. I’m a physically and emotionally, perky young girl of nineteen. I’ve just been invited by my best girlfriend and her older sister, to go skiing! Oh, yea! I’m between boyfriends, so bored, lonely and again, nineteen…
By DeEtta Miller5 years ago in Confessions
What are You Doing Under There?
As long as I can remember, I’ve hated wearing undergarments. I don’t like getting wrapped up in pajamas either. Come to think of it, I should probably live in a nudist community. No, my loving friends and family, I won’t seriously entertain that notion.
By Julie Lacksonen5 years ago in Confessions
A Snippet of Shame
In my experience, being alive is just creating a catalog of ill-timed, misconstrued incidents, one for you to look back on when your mind is feeling unoccupied, or you're just feeling a little too happy. I'd even go as far as to say they're one of the strongest enforcers of this existence of mine.
By Sophia Boian5 years ago in Confessions
NEVER AGAIN
Who likes to talk about, let alone share cringeworthy embarrassing stories? I don’t know about anyone else, but can we say P.T.S.D. O.M.G. I mean, it’s hard enough trying to forget. However, these stories make the most interesting, and possibly laughable tales to share with others later on.
By Beautiful Intelligence5 years ago in Confessions
