Knee in the back

September 17th, 2010 by embarrassed (Denver, CO)

During high school, I went with a group of students to a state tournament. One night, our teachers turned early, and we had a party in one of the rooms. By the end of the night, I was left in my room with a cute sophomore named Amy. After returning from brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I noticed that Amy was in my bed. “Hmm…” I thought, “if she’s sleeping there, where will I sleep?” I vocalized this concern. Giggling, she told me to get into bed, which I did with a combination of excitement and terror. Eventually, I came to the realization that I should make my move. In the intervening hour since I crawled into bed, she’d fallen asleep. Determined to subtly rouse her, I nudged her gently in the small of her back with my knee. This led to nothing, so I stepped up my efforts and nudged her slightly less gently (again to no avail). This went on until I finally drifted off to sleep. By the time I finished breakfast the next morning, it was as if the whole thing had never happened. That is, until our whole group (less our teachers, of course) convened, and Amy walked up to me and said “wow, I shouldn’t sleep with you again; you were kneeing me in the back all night.” I was mortified. I thought that everyone in our group must think I was a huge looser. In retrospect, I realize that one of the cutest sophomores in our school had just confirmed (in front of a large audience of our peers) that she and I had slept in the same bed the night before. I should have been pleased. Instead, I felt embarrassed and ashamed around her for the next year and half.


September 9th, 2010 by Tennis Pro (Sydney, Australia)

When I was young I used to play a lot of tennis. There was this girl in my tennis squad called Sammi who was older and taller than me, but seemed like she liked me. I definitely liked her. The other kids in the squad used to joke that she was my girlfriend. What they didn’t know, was that once we had been sitting together alone at a table. She had leaned towards me and said, “you’re cute.” I had never kissed a girl before and I was awkward, terrified, and had no idea what to do. So I diffused the tension by saying, “you know, cute means ugly but interesting.” She backed off and never put herself out there again; it was years before I actually kissed somebody.