I was talking with a friend who reminded me of this very embarrasing moment i went thrue a few years ago. I dont know if having adhd makes me do stuff like that, but i love to explore all my possibilities and not always think them thrue. So anyways, a few years ago, i was in a very mix up state in all my life. And for some stupid reason, i had the thought that maybe it did not work out with men , cause i was maybe a lesbian. So not thinking more i went on the net to look for an appropriate place to maybe discover another part of me. So i find a place talked with the ladies for a week. An then they had a get together, so i meet them in a bar in montreal , where both men and woman homosexual can meet up. I meet the group at the second floor where the lesbian place is. And had a drink talked with them for a while ., All the sudden i see this drop dead gorgeus guy. I turned around and told the girls (with eyes popping out, tongue stiking out like an excited puppie), Wow i would not hurt this one, and he could put his sleepers under my bed anytime.
And yes all the sudden i remembered who i was talking with.

Digitl and her very short lived lesbian experience :eek:

LMAO! At least you are open minded and not uncomfortable around the "different".

My most embarrassing moments are all Navy related and the sailor language involved makes them unprintable here. LOL! However, I do have one I can write about.

During a rather hectic week while I was stationed at SPAWAR (Space and Naval Warfare Center, Charleston, SC) I ran into it. I was trying to track and locate several thousand items of hardware no one had bothered tracking for two years, had some particularly nasty and long illegal hazmat turn up in my inventory that had to be appropriately disposed of with lots of paperwork, several ongoing mobile systems projects and no help whatsoever. One of the new contractors that sort of worked for me, but mostly worked with me asked me my name (it's right on the front of my uniform, mind you) and I drew a complete blank. I wracked my brain for five full seconds before I could remember my own name! LMAO!

I'm sure I made a great impression on that guy. I'll bet he was like, "This guy works on Satcom?!". In my defense, in addition to all the above and my ADD I was having a major relapse in my anxiety disorders, so to say I was flustered wouldn't cut it. I was in a pretty much constant state of terror and doing a passable job of hiding it. I managed to maintain the illusion of calm, but ended up looking like an idiot for my trouble. Hee hee!

I never did live that down there. Eventually the anxiety showed enough that they knew I was "Very high strung" and began calling me "The post man" in reference to me possibly "snapping" and showing up for work with an automatic weapon or somesuch. It's important to have a thick skin in the Navy.