My buddy had his gf trussed up with nintendo controllers in high school, and her folks came home...

You and I dated the wrong girls, Dawg.

I babbled "I'm sorry" & her dad said "get dressed & get out" which I did. She explained that her parents weren't that excited about the two of us seeing each other anymore after that. She had all kinds of freaky stuff that her sister used to get for her and I'm sure she had to get rid of it before the big investigation went down.

I was dating a girl in college three years after this happened and she wanted to do the same kind of stuff and I was still traumatized by the experience and couldn't go though with it.

I didn't really run with a super nice crowd in HS. Being in a college town exposed you to a lot of stuff way too early IMO. We thought we were cool punk rockers, but in reality we were a bunch of jackasses in suburbia giving our parents nightmares for no good reason.

Mine's lame: I was at work, and I just kind of forgot myself, and undid my pants to tuck my shirt in. I was teased about being a flasher for long after that.

Sad to say, I've had way too many embarassing moments, but the following story is probably in the top five.

I was completely "in like" with a guy named Steve -- we had a long distance thing going on which made it difficult for us to see each other often. At the same time, I had a friend named Jazz who I'd hang out with often. I knew he was very much into me, but being that he was a LOT younger than me, I wasn't really interested in him.

One night, Jazz and I went out drinking. I got completely obliterated, one thing led to another and we found ourselves in a hotel room. Laying there, semi-naked, Jazz was going ...erm...'downtown'. Enjoying the attention, I suddenly moaned out an, "Ohhhh, Steve!" Jazz' head immediately shot up and he said, "What did you say?" In my drunken state, I realized what I had said, "Ohhhh shit! I am so sorry! Oh my god, Jazz, I am so so sorry!" All I got was a "FUCK YOU!", at which point, he ran into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. I quickly put the rest of my clothes on, stumbled towards my car (mind you, I was in NO condition to drive) and was about to drive away. Jazz came running out of the room with only a towel on, yelling after me, "Taaaaaania, you can't drive!! Don't go!"

I didn't hear from him for a long, long time.

Easily the cake-taker. I thought that stuff only happened in movies Tania. For being so nice, you sure are evil.

It wasn't one of my better moments.

Must keep embarassing stories repressed. Or else I will lose it.

I was getting a ride home from work with a friend of mine.
I was in college and worked at a hot dog joint.
One of our managers was a lesbian and it was, essentially a public secret.

We were talking about her and I asked him, in a kinda jokey tone, "Hey do you know is L out of the closet yet?"

He replied, "I think her family and close friends know. But aside from that..."

At that moment I remembered that his mother had divorced his father and come out as a lesbian. And she had left him for L -- the woman whom we were discussing!

I cringe even writing this story.

Maybe it's just me...but I have a hard time believing a guy named "Jazz" is that easily offended.

Actually that's just awesome.

I've been on both sides of this kind of gaffe. It's ugly either way.

(I think a hissy fit a la Jazz is the wrong reaction - but figuring out the right reaction is the tricky part)

It was a moodkiller either way. There was no going back.

Btw, yeah...I know, "Jazz" is a funky name. Just that no one ever called him by his real name.

Uncomfortable, yes.

Share, no.

Typical start to the story: college (Catholic school), 3AM, inebriated, classes had been cancelled for a few days due to blizzard, locked of my dorm standing outside in said blizzard.

A girl with (whom I had a previous fling) takes pity on me and leads me to her dorm. Sets me up in a study room, brings me blankets and a pillow. I am grateful. She tucks me in on the couch. Fade to black.

Four hours later:

Kicked awake by an R.A. I am on my back in the middle of the hallway in an all-girls dorm. No shirt on. Pants around my ankles. No recollection of what has happened in the previous four hours. The R.A. advises me to collect my belongings and get out.

I'm stammering apologies and trying to gather myself.

It looked pretty bad and I was already feeling guilty about....well, hypothetically, about someting. I was still partially blotto. I pulled up my pants and stumbled to the study room. The door was locked. The R.A. opens the door for me and I am hit with a blast of hot air. I suddenly remember what happened:

Nothing happened between me and the girl. I was freezing so I asked her to turn on the heater in the room before she left. A couple hours later, it became unbearably hot, so I tried to take off my clothes. The shirt was no problem, but my shoes were still on, so the pants didn't quite make it. I was dying of thirst, so I crawled to the door to get some water from the fountain in the hall. The locked door closed behind me. End of story.

It wasn't really that embarassing I guess. Sorry to waste your time.

Oh gosh, Sea, that was funny!

Truly a great story.

I'm honestly having difficulty coming up with one, probably due to massive repression. I'm sure I've got one where I'm blabbing something about someone way too loudly.