Shame
Some people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
( , Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
Some people get off on the exhibitionism, but this was pure lust. I'm not proud, but I did once have sex on Portsmouth beach at 2am in the fog. I got a nasty cold, shingle _everywhere_ and have never, ever gone back to Portsmouth. The shame.
There are things you boast about, and then there's Portsmouth beach... what are you ashamed of having done?
( , Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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Thanks B3ta
What a weird coincidence this question is. I was sitting bored out of my mind at work, humming along to my mp3 player, desperately waiting for the new question of the week. To keep me going I started flicking through some of the old questions and their various answers. Hoping to cheer myself up I clicked on 'Beautiful Moments' and read this post...
www.b3ta.com/questions/beautifulmoments/post25869/
Floored by the subtle poigiancy I blindly clicked onto a different question, 'The last thing that made you cry'. So immediately after reading and being moved by that last post I read the following one which is, without a doubt, the most heartbreaking thing I have ever read in my short and fairly worthless life.
www.b3ta.com/questions/crybabies/post29498/
I stood up and staggered towards the door suddenly overcome with emotion. It was at this point that my mp3 player flicked onto the next track which just happened to be Cloudbursting by Kate Bush, the very song that was playing in the background when I found out my Grandad had died. I hope they weren't but if anyone was looking in my particular direction at that moment they would have seen me, a tall well built northern bloke instantly, much to my embarrassment, burst into tears in the middle of the office like a little girl and quickly leg it for the fire escape. I came back in a couple of minutes later thankful for the high winds outside. It blew things into my eyes and irritated my contacts, that's why my eyes were red, honest. The thing is, the actual shame this story is about, after re-reading those posts, is the shame at myself for feeling embarrassed by what happened and making excuses for it.
Sorry about that, I'll return to the usual knob gags after a good nights sleep.
( , Thu 24 Nov 2005, 22:27, Reply)
What a weird coincidence this question is. I was sitting bored out of my mind at work, humming along to my mp3 player, desperately waiting for the new question of the week. To keep me going I started flicking through some of the old questions and their various answers. Hoping to cheer myself up I clicked on 'Beautiful Moments' and read this post...
www.b3ta.com/questions/beautifulmoments/post25869/
Floored by the subtle poigiancy I blindly clicked onto a different question, 'The last thing that made you cry'. So immediately after reading and being moved by that last post I read the following one which is, without a doubt, the most heartbreaking thing I have ever read in my short and fairly worthless life.
www.b3ta.com/questions/crybabies/post29498/
I stood up and staggered towards the door suddenly overcome with emotion. It was at this point that my mp3 player flicked onto the next track which just happened to be Cloudbursting by Kate Bush, the very song that was playing in the background when I found out my Grandad had died. I hope they weren't but if anyone was looking in my particular direction at that moment they would have seen me, a tall well built northern bloke instantly, much to my embarrassment, burst into tears in the middle of the office like a little girl and quickly leg it for the fire escape. I came back in a couple of minutes later thankful for the high winds outside. It blew things into my eyes and irritated my contacts, that's why my eyes were red, honest. The thing is, the actual shame this story is about, after re-reading those posts, is the shame at myself for feeling embarrassed by what happened and making excuses for it.
Sorry about that, I'll return to the usual knob gags after a good nights sleep.
( , Thu 24 Nov 2005, 22:27, Reply)
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