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Ladies....let's hear your best walk of shame stories
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and pics too!
I'll fess up.
Day after valentines day. Wearing his sweats that nowhere NEAR fit me...I mean I was SWIMMING in them. Wearing three inch stiletto heels (can't be walking barefoot around DC) with my dress in hand. I was supposed to just take a cab from his house to where I'd left my car the night before, but lo and behold, I forgot about the lovely wisconson avenue "courtesy tow." Then I realize that my phone is dead...so I had to walk to a gas station in that getup...beg them for a phone...the boyfriend isn't answering because he's already at work. Then I had to call around DC to figure out where the hell they'd moved my car to, and then I got the lovely pleasure of standing in the busiest part of georgetown trying to hail a cab, in all my shame.
Maybe it wasn't a walk of shame because it was my boyfriend at the time, but it sure as hell would have looked like it to half the city that saw me that day.
Oh yeah! And then I got to pick my car up in the shittiest neighborhood in DC, again, in that outfit. The whole thing lasted about an hour.
Day after valentines day. Wearing his sweats that nowhere NEAR fit me...I mean I was SWIMMING in them. Wearing three inch stiletto heels (can't be walking barefoot around DC) with my dress in hand. I was supposed to just take a cab from his house to where I'd left my car the night before, but lo and behold, I forgot about the lovely wisconson avenue "courtesy tow." Then I realize that my phone is dead...so I had to walk to a gas station in that getup...beg them for a phone...the boyfriend isn't answering because he's already at work. Then I had to call around DC to figure out where the hell they'd moved my car to, and then I got the lovely pleasure of standing in the busiest part of georgetown trying to hail a cab, in all my shame.
Maybe it wasn't a walk of shame because it was my boyfriend at the time, but it sure as hell would have looked like it to half the city that saw me that day.
Oh yeah! And then I got to pick my car up in the shittiest neighborhood in DC, again, in that outfit. The whole thing lasted about an hour.
Hahahahaha...no, thankfully. It was no less humiliating. I was NOT happy, but an hour after I got back home I was laughing and joking about it. But in the moment I was ready to cry. My house keys were in my car, so it wasn't even like I could metro or cab home and figure it out from there. It took forever to even get info on how to locate my car because apparently I'm supposed to know my vin number by heart.
*ebony*
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okay here goes...
i was visiting my friend in NY who had one yummy older brother that i wouldn't mind being alone with. for the occiasion i had on a long strapless dress with a long slit on the side, that my friend told me just look awsome on me. they lived on the 19th floor. as i was getting out of the elvator my phone rang and i was fumbling with that. next thing i knew the whole half of my dress was stuck when the elavator closed. i grabbed handfuls of the dress and tried to pulled it out and triped and fell. my dress ripped right off me, right from that long slit up. and just then my friends parents happen to come out of their appartment( the preacher and his wife!!)
did i mention i wasn't waring a bra!!!
i was visiting my friend in NY who had one yummy older brother that i wouldn't mind being alone with. for the occiasion i had on a long strapless dress with a long slit on the side, that my friend told me just look awsome on me. they lived on the 19th floor. as i was getting out of the elvator my phone rang and i was fumbling with that. next thing i knew the whole half of my dress was stuck when the elavator closed. i grabbed handfuls of the dress and tried to pulled it out and triped and fell. my dress ripped right off me, right from that long slit up. and just then my friends parents happen to come out of their appartment( the preacher and his wife!!)
did i mention i wasn't waring a bra!!!
ricco561
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okay here goes...
i was visiting my friend in NY who had one yummy older brother that i wouldn't mind being alone with. for the occiasion i had on a long strapless dress with a long slit on the side, that my friend told me just look awsome on me. they lived on the 19th floor. as i was getting out of the elvator my phone rang and i was fumbling with that. next thing i knew the whole half of my dress was stuck when the elavator closed. i grabbed handfuls of the dress and tried to pulled it out and triped. my dress ripped right off me, right from that long slit up. and just then my friends parents happen to come out of their appartment( the preacher and his wife!!)
did i mention i wasn't waring a bra!!!
That's quite a visual.
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