ShameSome 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?
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chthonic, Thu 24 Nov 2005, 17:16)
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Double shameFortunately I don't have a lot to be ashamed of, however one of the major ones though is how I broke up with my first proper girlfriend.
I was 18 and in my first year of university (I blame an all boys school for my late start) and got together with one of the girls off my course. It was all going well until that little voice at the back of my head kicked in(the one that thinks another shot of tequila is a great idea) "what are you doing?" it says "she's taking over your life!" (I used to get that idea a lot), "you need to end it now!" Now the shameful part isn't that I listened to that little voice, I'm sure most people do on occasion, and ended the relationship, it more how I did it. Basically I hid! For about 3 weeks I avoided her (quite difficult because she was in all my lectures and labs) and that successfully killed off that relationship.
Roll on 4 years, it didn't take me long to figure out hiding was not a very good option when dealing with the opposite sex, I've carried this shame with me for most of those years and it's the final days of my degree. I'm out in the Union on a Saturday night and see the afore mentioned girl, I then spend the rest of the night apologising to her for being a knob, thus reaffirming her impression of me. Hence more shame. Ah well my conscience is clearer now at least.
(, Fri 25 Nov 2005, 11:16, Reply)
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