Come one, come all to the very last TMI Thursday. LiLu has declared it her last, so let's all take part one more time and share some embarrassment or utter grossness with the world.
***Alright, folks, you know the rules. Join us all in humiliating the crap out of yourself every Thursday by sharing some completely tasteless, wholly unclassy, “how many readers can I estrange THIS week??” TMI story about your life. Or hell, about someone else’s!
Okay, so this one isn't so much gross, it's just a bit embarrassing. I've touched on the story before but here it is in its full glory - what I remember of it anyway.
Bit of a back story first - about a month prior to this happening, I was at a work night out and snogged a 21 year old. Well, he snogged me, and I didn't stop him. What I didn't realise what that he had a girlfriend and his girlfriend had a baby (not his, I believe). After it happened, I had a bit of a fall out with one of my best friends, because she assumed I knew he had a girlfriend. We got it sorted in the end, but it made me a bit wary of who I snogged in the future.
So anyway, fast forward a month or so to the end of January 2009, and I was at a party. The party started early-ish, say around about three pm . . . so I was drinking rose from 3pm. Hmmm. Not a wise move. I also really wanted to kiss someone, but single guys were pretty limited at this party. There was one guy who seemed nice enough and I was pretty sure he was single, so eventually after chatting for a bit out in the hall, we started kissing.
We came up for air and something struck me. "You don't have a girlfriend, right?" I asked. I didn't want to get into trouble again.
He laughed and said no, and we started kissing again.
However, we were both drunk and I think we'd kind of forgotten we were in a hallway of a flat, where the party was in full swing in the living room, all the lights were on, the door was open to the living room and we were giving a bit of a floor show to the rest of the party-goers.
And his hands were in my knickers.
This went on for a bit, neither of us having any sense of public decency, and finally I think my friend didn't want me to be humiliated any longer and came to try and rescue me.
"Paula, WHAT are you doing?" she asked me sharply.
I unengaged my lips from the guy and turned around in surprise. "It's okay," I assured her. "I asked him. This one DOESN'T have a girlfriend."
"Paula," she said slowly, looking me up and down. "Your skirt is undone."
That was the point when I actually realised where I was and that most of the party had been watching me getting . . . well, let's say fondled in inappropriate ways for public viewing unless I was on a porn site on the internet.
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Now go check out everyone else's stories at LivitLuvit!
(And don't worry, the TMI will continue on my blog, just not on a regularly scheduled day!)