Embarrasser/Embarrassee

[Julie]

There may be one of these too...whatever.

Embarrasser:
I was in the car with six other people, one being my mother, one being my younger brother, one being my step-father, one being my gramma, one being my cousin, one being my aunt. Now that the scene is set...My mother had been complianing of a yeast infection (to me, earlier that day) so she asked my step-father to pull off at a Jiffy so she could aquire some cranberry juice, because it is associated with infections of yeast. When she got back in the car, I asked her if that was to be the cure for her yellowish vaginal discharge. She didnt speak to me for four hours.

Embarrassee:
My dad wears suspenders with wide straps...everywhere. I will have to think more on an actual embarrassee situation.

[Stinkfist]

i have a friend who gets insanely red when i joke around with/flirt with people i dont know, like a waitress at this nearby restaurant. Well, one night we were eating dinner and the waitress is making small talk, so i say "hey you think this guys cute" and hes starting turning dark red, i start cracking up, the waitress starts gigggling.

wait that story sounds so lame. GUESS YOU HAD TO BE THEREEEEEEEE OMGZZZZZ

-stink

[sonshine76]

Hoh boy. You guys have to promise not to tell my friend I told you this the next time you see her, ok? Uhhh... right. So anyway, for the embarasser portion of the post, my friend and I were recently having a conversation in which she was trying to say that her brother was into me, and was convinced something had happened between us. This was pissing me off, and in defense I blurted out, rather loudly "So did you happen to tell your husband about the guy who bit your nipple?" Her cousin was sitting right by us and overheard. Her husband was in the other room. She must have stared at me with crazy eyes for a full minute before I said, lamely for her cousin's benefit, "It was a joke."

The most recent embarrassee experience unfortuneately came when I was trying on a skirt and top in a dressing room. I'm down to my underwear and bra, facing the mirror with my back to the door when I hear the damn thing creak open, and here stands this lady who must've stood there for like a full minute before she said she was sorry. I grabbed my pants and held them up to me like a dress to cover up. Who in their right mind designs dressing rooms without locks? This is not a saloon, damn it, I'm naked up in there! Porn directors and idiots, all of them.

[ILaughAtSex]

sonshine76 said:

here stands this lady

When somebody says 'lady' I tend to think of an old yet healthy woman with white hair and a wrinkled yet smily face. That said, I pictured her walking in and checking you out with the smile on her face before noticing you saw her. Where the smile fades and she says 'damn... Sorry.' then walks out.

Is that how it went? Or was she not old at all and you suck at explaining?

I found a perfect example of a 'lady' for you to see what I mean.



It was that exact woman wasn't it? Was not it? Wasn't it?!

[sonshine76]

Let me give it to you in pictures, Nick. This was sweet, innocent, vulnerable me, changing my clothes in my unlockable dressing room:


Then along comes the non-knocker, non-feet checker:


And now, this is the new, traumatized me: