Seventh Floor: Nice Embarrassed Hidey People
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Welcome to the floor of horrible (yet oh so amusing) embarrassments and firm (or weak) resolutions, perhaps being determined to have no more of the first item.
To bring yourself up to the current floor of the hidey place of nice-ish folks that's located in a plainly visible skyscraper (and how large it is!), read these:
Ground Floor: Hunt for the Secret Hidey Place of Nice Boys
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=14264
Second Floor: The Hidey Place of Nice Boys & Girls
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=15042
Third Floor: Hidey Place of Nice-ish Boys and Girls
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=15184
4th Floor - Shoes, Linens, Nice People Hidey Places
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=15249
Fifth Floor: Hiding Nicely in Plain View
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=15447
Sixth Floor: Desert Island Nice People Hidey Places
http://www.fireflyfans.net/thread.asp?b=2&t=15619
So just how embarrassed have you been...and what caused it? Everyone around you is dying to know (and laugh). They think that another announcing their misfortune will divert notice of their own...not gonna work ;)
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Especially considering my big embarrassing moment is kinda depressing. Here goes...
Last spring, my dorm area threw a semi-formal dance what-have-you. The only reason I went in the first place was because all my female friends pretty much forced me to go (I have a backbone, but not as far as the ladies are concerned). To make a long story short, that was the night I found out I have a severe dancing phobia. I'm talking almost to the point of hyperventilation once they got me out there.
That wasn't a fun evening. Embarrassing, and it hurt my pride a bit too.
Who's up next?
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I already went.
I just wanted to check out the new floor.
Spacious.
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Spacious.
Let's see how long that'll last.
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Not very, methinks.
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Don't worry Orpheus, real men don't dance anyway. *ducks* No, I get that. Never much for the dancing either.
Nice shiny new floor.
Resolutions: No new resolutions. Though new job is on the to do list.
Embarassing moments: Well, I've studied my stack of repressed memories (anyone else catch how embarassed sounds like him-bare-assed), and found 3 catagories: To young to know better, Alcohol related, and well, "bare" related. I've also found that many things I used to be embarassed about, really were due to someone else being a jerk, so those have been tossed out.
Here's one: I'm kind of a pack rat and carry stuff with me "just in case." I used to wear a large black trenchcoat with the pockets full of random stuff. My friends and I were out at a D&D game and driving back to a friends house one night. He pulls out a 1000 candlewatt spotlight from the boat and plugs it in to the lighter. So we're driving aroung shining this huge bright light at things just to see how far the light will go. This is the middle of the night, country, in NC, big open fields and such. Soon there's flashing blue lights. All 3 (yes all 3) police cars from the area pull us over. They thought we were "Spotlighting Deer" (Deer freeze up in bright lights "Deer in the headlights", some hunters illegaly use this to their advantage). They search the car and us for weapons. It took that poor guy about an hour to go through my coat. He found this four way tool that I had for turning on fawcets, shaped like "+", and spent 15 minutes alone trying to figure out if it could be used to smoke something. Of course we explained we were just being stupid coming back from our game, another officer spent about 15 minutes, looking at every page of one of those Player's Handbooks. I think the only thing that saved us that night was the third officer walked over saw the book and said, "oh yeah, I used to play that."
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That's funny.
I'm a packrat, too. My purse would give you hours of amusement.
Okay, I'm going to go dig up the party thread now like I promised I would an hour ago.
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Don't worry Orpheus, real men don't dance anyway.
Yeah, but they sure as hell don't get anxiety attacks over it. That's why it wins my 'most embarrassing thing' award. Everything else falls into the categories of "Me being a dumbass" and "Me being 8."
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O-that is a strange tale. I've never heard of anyone having an anxiety attack because they had to dance. But my brother might be the sort of person who'd do that, too.
I like to dance, but I'm a girl and have a thing for old Gene Kelly movies.
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oh anxiety attacks i've seen, lots of them, so don't feel bad!
(ok, so maybe not the full on non-breathing stress outs, but pretty scared and panic stricken nonetheless)
What worried me more was what happened to some poor buggers after they were coerced onto the dancfloor.
In the words of our dear Captain 'morbid and creepifying'
Poor, poor guys...
I'm trying to dredge up some more stories, but its like trying to pop a man-hole cover with your thumb.
The only thing I have is the long continuing problem of drivelling 
when ever i'm talking to someone I find attractive, or rather someone I have a crush on.
ANY other bugger, even the good looking ones, rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.. I'm imaginative, I have something interesting to say about most subjects, and can charm my way around the others, I'm witty I sparkle with mirth, I'm ... actually rather full of myself.
*cough*
But whatever, point is, soon as i'm faced with someone I kinda like (giggle giggle flutter) the scrip reads some things like "blah blah blaah, rubbish, b*****ks, oh my god this is such a lie, more rubbish, blah blah. wimper.
what is interesting at this point is the internal monlogue which usually goes something like -"...well, hear we are again, yes, check your watch, my god what am I on about? I hope you know 'caus I don't, yotz what am I saying? I don't even think that, why did I just say that?
my god I need shooting, you have the most adorable eyes... which are now rolling, yes thats the second time you've looked at your watch, 'y'see, I, me up here, I get the hint, we just don't seem to be getting the messege accross.
ok, shut up now, yes thats good, shutting up, just say good bye. go...my god girl, why did you just say that? SHUT UP! quiet, say nothing else, keep shtum, zippit, ...For the love of all the little shrivelled saints in their over ornamented boxes SHUT THE HELL UP!
Well now you've blown it, too much information,
why? ...why why WHY?"
Ah well...
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