First Scylla post!

Embarassing moment...
here's one from the vault of suppressed memories:
I met this cool girl at a party and end up making out on the beach.
So we call each other later but not being drunk I'm nervous, so there are a few agonizingly ackward and embarassing phone calls.
We later arrange to do something together.

First of all, I totally miss blatant signals. For example: she says, "let's park by the airport watch planes and make out" I for some reason turn into a total idiot (maybe I was already like that) and think it's just a joke or something... doh!

So we end up doing, whatever, I forgot now. Something kind of lame and boring walking around downtown in a record store.
But the real topper was as I was driving back my car runs out of gas.... doh!
This was in daylight by the way so there weren't any romantic possibilities even. Even worse it's coming back from downtown in a bad area.

So anyway that was about the last I heard from her... doh!
After that debacle I didn't even have the nerve to pursue it any further.

By the way, I was 19 at the time, so I like to think I've learned enough since then to not be a total *^&*&$@!) that I was.



[Edited on Oct 04, 2003]

I farted in front of this girl I wanted to date once.
I know, it doesn't seem like much; but it was one of those farts that smells like Satans bowels. I mean, it almost made ME pass-out

Damn...reading you is a good time

I never ever make a fool of myself around the ladiez...
okay...unless you count following some of them around like a puppy dog when I was a little sleeping boy...

I'm visiting SF at the end of the month to see miss Ani D. with some friends. It'll be good to get the hell outta el lay...

Quoting the Pixies while dancing naked is always a great time killer. Oh how i the pixies.

I haven't really done anything too embrassing infront of anyone i had the hotts for. Usually I'll just sit back and watch them act a fool. Although, if I'm drunk its a totally different story. Not that i remember too much...

Have fun in SF!! I'll be heading to PDX soon!
Not sure exactly when tho, we've got bugs to work out.
Have a good one sweetness.
xoxo

Most embarressing thing...

Every time I'm serious about someone, I panick, over analyse, and get paranoid when I don't hear from them.

Usually all those things at once.

Embarrassing.. hmmm.

When people make fun of me for being myself that's embarrassing.

And there was the time when I assumed just because this girl had a threesome with me and her (male) roommate that she liked me. The fallout from that was embarrassing.

Oh I have so much to learn.

i want you to visit me in sf! maybe you'll have time to hang out with me and s5 for food or something

males have the weakest bowels of the sexes. you want real fun, you get a crazy little asshole like me to start pointing out that gay men give the best blow jobs and start coming on to some cute masochist and they usually flee in abject terror and homophobia. i love fucking with guys, but it has become a tad bit too easy.

new phrase with which to disarm the most confident of men: scrotal mulling (think cider press, children)

most embarrasing moment... umm there could have been the time i propsed to the girl i'd been dating for three years only to have her tell me she was seeing someone else, had been for a while now, and had asked me to visit just to break up... oddly enough she still has that fucking ring.

women are not to be trusted and men are weak. obviously i am in a bit of a predicament when it comes to companionship. i suppose there are always small animals...

ahh, sweet sex, how i miss thee. i've just accepted my future as a hermit and am considering emascualtion to just finish the process off... only problem being sex as my only form of worship i would find myself without anyway to consummate my faith driven paradigms. WORSHIP WITH ME DAMMIT FOR I AM WISE AND MAD!!! and will happily pass both my wisdom and madness unto you like some horribly quick replicating venereal disease of the soul.

and i think i agree with your sister and you. the meme of 2004 will indeed be zombie. already the flux of undead things flexes its atrophied and rotting muscles preparing the way for their grip on the minds of the coming year. zombies, lovely zombies for all.

meanwhile my own memes incubate and grow, soon to be unleashed upon everyone. someday all will all see the terrible, beautiful world i do and you will thank me.

at least those that survive.

You intrigue me. However for the moment, I think I will throw a few (I have many) of my embarrasing moments out on the floor. I once dressed up as a giant heart and asked a girl out for valentines day. Although it sounds merely dumb, it did take place in a girls dormatory with about 30 girls gawking at the fiasco. Another incident would involve me mooning people from the car of the girl I liked...she turned the car to fast and my pants and boxers came right down to my ankles and I fell forward onto other friends. However, the freshest embarassment I had was today at work. I was chatting up a pretty bird that works in another store in the mall (yes I am trapped working a horrid mall gig) when lo and behold, a small child ( I work in a toy store) slammed me in the balls with a box of legos. Hard to appear cool and collected when you wanna cry and ice your junk.

Most embarrassing moment, hmmm.. there are alot of them, but as a general rule they involve me having some kind of medical emergency and not being in control of my faculties.

I love Papa's. Last time I went there was with my ex-thesis advisor, back in May. He was really psyched because they put us at a table in the window, whereas he usually gets stuck in the back of the room. We both thought it was amusing because it meant we qualified as the "beautiful people".

I wish I could find someone to be with who is both good in bed and is a good conversationalist (and well-read, and smart). I actually sort of have someone, but he is none of these things all of the time for me. We were together seven years ago, and then we broke up a few months after I had a complete psychiatric breakdown due to a number of small strokes (refer to above comment about most embarrassing moments), and had very little in the way of contact for six years. I'm supposed to go visit him next weekend; now we try to spend a couple of days a month together, and he is all of the above, but alas, things are different now. I'm not sure that that necessarily means that things are bad, because I have assurance that this guy will always be a part of my life, but I don't know what it is that the two of us are supposed to BE. Hmm, speaking of which I should make a trip to Planned Parenthood for some "routine blood work".

[Edited on Oct 05, 2003]

i dunnoooo about embarassing moments, you probably know mine better than i do. does my entire spree of dating julia count? in any case, i also think it very sucky to offer to come over and show off a german looking corset to a boy who asked to see it, even though i was tipsy (and thus more vulnerable! he should be grateful, motherfucker) and getting rejected as a "disturbance". yeah i'll give you something disturbing, motherfuckerrrrrr...

and as for zee foxyboys, chere scylla, i'm not sure how to envision what you want these days, you know...a goal, a target, what you're shooting for. i think the deer reaction's a system freakout. blue screen of death.

yeah, monsters are too ambiguous. although that could make them more interesting.
most embarrassing thing i've done in front of someone i liked? hmmm... does having a seizure count? because it was really, really embarassing...
by the way, i know exactly what you mean about sudden paralysis. like, if i actually like someone, i can't even act like my normal awesome self, i suddenly become this wierd person whom i hate. getting drunk tends to be a good idea... well, depending on how you define "good".
opera eh? my new goal is to write my thesis in LaTex, just to show up all the other lit majors who think computers are scary. hmph.

embarrassing moments..erm...does falling flat on my derriere count? it was pretty bad, i was wearing a white mini-skirt and landed on wet grass -- it left horrendous grass stains, and the grad student TA that i was crushing was privy to the whole spectacle.

i do not talk about how foxy i ammmm! i don't have to back it up, dammit! i only say that i am a small polish girl, meeeeow! *hides like a bunny*

heee, re the ophelia thingy...we have 4 posters on our living room wall of four different women. and given there are four women living here, we voted on who was who...

so i'm the christian martyr who's dead in a pool of water with a floating halo and all translucent and stuff. awwwww, it's so cute. i hope i'm that cute when i'm dead.