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  • Mitzi1
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    We lived in a 2 story home with a sundeck. When I was 16, my boyfriend (now husband) and I came home, left our sandy shoes (we had been at he beach) and ran up stairs to go to the deck. Only problem was, to get to the deck, you had to go through my brothers bedroom and out the side door. Just as we were going through the bedroom, my H tripped and we were laughing. As we go to the deck, here comes my wild faced mother, screaming at us for "having sex in my brothers rom". I laugh when I think about it now but she acted like I had committed a federal crime. I told her we had just gotten home and she was home, how in the heck were we going to have sex? geeezzzzzzz I think I'm still grounded. lol

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  • Chiefy_Brown
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    hey UNFAIR! I missed those posts Mary (Chief goes searching through all LEO-Wanna-be's posts .....) hey that is ILLEGAL! who did that posting? (pass me their name by e-mail, I'll get a cruiser moving... D E S P A A A A T C H !!!! )

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  • LEO-wanna-be
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    Here's another embarrassing teenage moment for me...posting on this forum! lol. No, one of my "friends" posted stuff here in the beginning of my days here, and got me in a bunch with you all. Tip to self, don't use too obvious a password, nor one too difficult to remember! And be specific!

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  • Chiefy_Brown
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    yikes Mary I think I missed out somewhere along the way, this "spin the bottle" game sounds intriguing [Wink]
    hehe there are some good stories in this thread and when I first read it, I had to think good and hard to "realise" what I would include here myself

    since doing that I haven't stopped thinking about my 'story' LOL

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  • LEO-wanna-be
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    Ok, I probably have way more emarrssing teenage moments coming at me, but so far the most embarrssng moment would be...

    (Setting: Phoenix, AZ. Mid-August...therefore 115+ degrees F outside. Pool closed. I was 15. And 3 of us gals and 2 guys all got together at gal #1's apt. while her parents were at work.)

    We got inside that lovely cool/semi-shaded living room and pondered what in the world we might do? Ahh! Unopened bottle of Kahluah in the Fridge. Hmmm...what shall we do? Ahhh, one boy said that he saw his older brother add ice, Creme de Menth, and some heavy cream to the Kahluah in a blender once. Well? We gathered the necessary ingredients...oh, but how much should we add of the...? And the...?
    Hmmm, now the taste test. Yum. No, no, no. This is all wrong. Let's play spin the bottle and drink this while we're at it! Ok. The game went on about an 1/2 hr. until...

    The bottle landed on me. Ugh! Ok, get this over with....leaning over the coffee table....

    "What the f*** are you doing in my house?!?!?" Colour drains from our faces...gal #1's father is standing in the front doorway...(we should've known better than to do this in this particular apt...Gal #1's father was/is a Phoenix PD Sergent!)

    "Daddy, I can explain..." Father walks directly to his bedroom... "When I come out, every single one of you better be in this house!"

    Gulp. We all sat on the chairs and awaited our judgement.

    He didn't come out of that bedroom for over an hour! When he did come out, showered and changed, he walked around in complete silence, and if any of us piped up, "SSSHHHH" was the reply. Double gulp.

    He then would point to one of us and say our name. Then he pulled up a chair and slowly looked each one of us in the eyes for a good while. Man, was he intimidating!

    "Go home."

    He never said a word about it to us again. And if any of our parents knew, they didn't say so.

    I still think it was an odd way to handle us. But, speaking for myself, I haven't touched any alcohol since. That stuff gave me a headache anyway.

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  • Chiefy_Brown
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    I was 14 she was 13

    she lived opposite my house and I thought she was GREAT one summer we were finally together on our own at the edge of huge fields out the back of my house
    we had been talking together for 15 minutes when I suddenly heard her "groan with frustration"

    I was confused for only about 5 seconds when suddenly my Dad was there grabbing hold of me like a common thief
    No words were uttered, I was just hauled back home as if I was some FIEND what had I done?
    nothing!

    I always loved that girl but never even went on a date with her [Frown]

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  • jellybean40
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    quote:
    Originally posted by Scratchy:
    JB,
    Even at the tender age of 18 you were working on being Mrs. Robinson. [Wink]

    I didnt think of that... [Eek!]

    Saw my prince tonite at work... he's still very afraid...the poor (young) thing. LMAO

    (a friend (male) is working on calming his nerves about me tho [Wink] )

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  • AutumnAngel
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    Cops caught me having sex with my boyfriend in his truck by the airport.

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  • BunnyFoo-Foo
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    quote:
    Originally posted by Pigskin:
    You mean Dan Morales? The ex-Attorney General of Texas? The Dan Morales who ran for Governor? The Dan Morales who is in legal trouble over influencing certain people with money? The Dan Morales who divorced his first wife to marry an ex-stripper? That Danny Morales? Surely not.

    NOOOOOO...you know, I never made that connection all these years!

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  • Pigskin
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    You mean Dan Morales? The ex-Attorney General of Texas? The Dan Morales who ran for Governor? The Dan Morales who is in legal trouble over influencing certain people with money? The Dan Morales who divorced his first wife to marry an ex-stripper? That Danny Morales? Surely not.

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  • BunnyFoo-Foo
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    [QUOTE]Originally posted by kirch:
    [QB]After all the nice things he did for you to relieve your embarassment...and you never wrote back to him? What did Mr. Foo-Foo do to win your affections -- save the world?

    I know, I know...I was young and he was just a little too nice for me at that time; I was going through that liking bad boys stage, I guess. Mom thought I was crazy; all the young women in my hometown usually had one goal in life....nab themselves an MMA guy.....but I was different.
    Mr. Bunny took me to see Frank Sinatra in '94, to my first Mardi Gras, adored his mother and grandmothers so I figured that was a good sign. He also hung around and stayed engaged to me while I recovered even after the doctors told him I may need assistance all my life...a lot of men would have bolted.
    And, I just love him, he has the most beautiful blue eyes and the greatest laugh and smile.When I saw him play with his nephews and my nephews for the first time; I could just tell he would be a wonderful father and he is. [Wink]

    [ 06-03-2003, 03:08 PM: Message edited by: BunnyFoo-Foo ]

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  • kirch
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    After all the nice things he did for you to relieve your embarassment...and you never wrote back to him? What did Mr. Foo-Foo do to win your affections -- save the world?

    My most embarassing moment occurred when I was 19 and in college. I lived in an all-male dormitory and my girlfriend (who later became my wife) decided to spend the night.

    At 3:00 a.m., the fire alarm went off. Not the sort of time they would normally hold a fire drill. So my wife threw on my robe and I threw on a pair of pants and we went outside.

    So there my future-wife stood, wearing nothing but a robe and sandals, surrounded by about 500 guys. She was red as a beet for the entire duration.

    It turned out to be a false alarm triggered by some drunk. My wife was furious. In her words, "If I have to go through this, I wanna see some goddammed flames!!!"

    In retrospect, this is probably my wife's most embarassing moment. I thought it was kinda funny.

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  • BunnyFoo-Foo
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    Didn't I tell this already....nah, I was going to , but it just did not fit the thread.
    Here goes,
    I was 17 and had been invited to the Cadet Ball at the Marine Military Academy in Harlingen Texas. The young cadet who invited me was a charming young man; his friend had asked a friend of mine and they arranged for a limo to pick us up at our homes. Jenny and I were so excited! The limo was so big and we had never been in one before; we played musical chairs like a bunch of goofs. The driver was amused, I am sure. Make note that upon the arrival of the limo at my house, I was ready, but had forgotten to put on this slip thing that had some crinoline like features to make my dress a little pooofy; well, I put it on quickly, making a loose loop and a bow and making a mental note to tighten it when I had a chance.
    30 minutes later, we arrive at the Academy. Danny was there, standing at attention waiting for us, as was my friends date. Behind them was a small group of freshman , standing at attention, guarding us...it was mighty elegant for a little old girl from Brownsville, Texas. As we composed ourselves and gently reminded one another to act proper, I felt a a little brushy feeling on my upper legs.....AAAAAH...dismissed it; I rarely dressed in formal attire and hated panty hose; my innocent mind blamed it on them. Danny helps me out of the limo and I stand next to him, he kisses my hand, tells me I look lovely and starts to pin flowers on me. Beautiful orchids. I made a mental note to be extra nice this fine boy from Mexico who treated me like royalty. He says, Pardon me, and yells something to the underclassmen guarding us and gently takes my arm to escort me to the ballroom, which was just the gym decorated to look fancy. I raise my dress slighty to take a step and look like little miss proper and I felt my crinoline brush against my ankles and look down to make sure not too much is showing...a little is ok, mind you , but it is not merely hanging below my dress slightly to ever so coyly attract the eye ..it is a mass of puffy, white, bows, and tulle all collected at my ankles.....hiding my feet and my gorgeous silk shoes.....DAAAAAAAMMMMMN! My slip/petticoat abomination that my mother forced me to wear has fallen off me. I pull gently on Danny's arm and whisper to him, he looks down and sees the mess. He blushes, and whispers back to me that it is o.k..... The freshman guarding us start giggling like most 14 year old boys will do when they see something like that. Danny yells some command and they all turn away from me sharply standing at attention probably thinking that all hell is going to break loose when Danny gets them in private. My friend and her date have already left for the ball so I was the only female in the group. I am near tears, he puts his hand on my face and whispers something sweet in Spanish and when I smile and laugh, he does too. I know he was just dying to laugh, but being the dashing young mand he was...didnt until I gave him permission.
    Danny still had the box my flowers came in so he told me the plan, I jump up and over real quick and he gathered the crinoline , bunched it up and stuffed it in the box. He put a handkercheif over it so nobody would see it and escorted me to an office building nearby, told the student guarding the area that I needed the facilities, allowed me to enter and fix that blasted crinoline; I was tempted to throw it away, but my dress looked just so flat without it. We had a splendid time and danced the night away, but the damned crinoline was not finished causing me grief. Towards the end of the evening, I stepped on the hem of the stupid thing and as I was walking away to the ladies room , heard Danny call my name and pointed down. I had a tail of lace behind me...GOOOD GOD! He rushed me to an area with few people, took out his trusty knife and cut off the thing. That was the end of that; I would normally make jokes about something like that all night, but I thought I would embarrass him, so I didn't. After the ball, he wrote me often, but I never wrote back; I was still too embarassed. Poor guy probably thought I had a horrible time and I didnt.
    I still have the photos from that night and Mr. Bunny laughed when I showed it to him because it was so 80's as far as my attire was concerned. I wrote an essay about this moment in English Comp. 1 and made an A; it also made my teacher laugh.
    I wonder where Danny Morales ended up? He was a nice guy and a real gentleman when this happened. I probably would have cried with anybody else.

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  • Pigskin
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    Most embarassing part of being a teenager? Being a teenager!

    I do remember though dating this girl & taking her over to my house only to find no one at home. Well, a pretty girl, a teenage boy, & an empty house was too much temptation so we start making out. I had her half undressed when the doorbell rang. It was my cousin & his wife just stopping by for a visit. I could count on one hand how many times they have been to our house & yet here they were. I tried to do the no-one-is-at-home thing & keep quiet but the hurried rustling of clothes must have given us away. I later opened the door & told them my parents weren't at home. They looked past me into the livingroom to see my date & obviously recognized the situation so they invited themselves in & we sat around talking about this & that with a VERY uncomfortable air hanging in the room. It was time to take the girl home so we all left. I don't think anything was ever said to my parents but it was pretty embarassing.

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  • Bill R
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    Being questioned about a bruise on my girlfriend's neck by her father.

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