I am. That’s an understatement- I am actually a flusher. I will turn a bright, shining red like a beacon in the night like that ::snaps fingers::
It doesn’t take much- more than two people (except family members) looking at me while I’m talking and it happens. A very attractive man looking at me in *that way, it’ll happen. Even just thinking about something embarassing that happened years ago- it happens! I could turn red all day long, given the right circumstances.
I am also very shy (until I get to know someone) and highly sensitive, and I’m sure that’s why I blush so much. It is embarassing, causing me to blush even more when it happens. Surgery is available, but I’ve heard that it causes a troublesome sweaty butt problem, so I don’t think that’s for me.
May I add that I’m 38, so not exactly a teenaged girl, and possess a strong personality, so not a shrinking, tender violet either. But you wouldn’t know it if you spied me with my ears on fire.
This is strange - I used to have the same problem and your post made me realise I no longer have it. I used to blush fiercely just from having someone looking at me. Also I used to have permanent red patches on my cheeks - one of the less nasty nick names I had in school was was beetroot.
It seems to have disappeared recently, with the only major change in the last few months being that I started taking some anti-depressants. Perhaps they reduced my self-consiousness.
It’s not just blushing either. I mean, sure- I turn bright purple if a stranger talks to me unexpectedly or a boy says something nice about me or someone aska me an embarrassing question… or pretty much any time I answer a question in class, especially if I feel like I said something really dumb. If I even THINK something dumb or think about a time I did something dumb… or if I think something mean or think about something that makes me sad or angry or scared… bright, hot, red.
I also turn red if it’s cold or windy out at all, if it’s anywhere close to hot enough to be uncomfortable, if I do a little bit of exercise, if I have the tiniest fever, if I’ve just taken a shower… It’s sort of embarrassing. I am the human strawberry. It’s one of the many reasons I don’t like having my picture taken. I always look stupid because I’m so red.
Yes. I hate it. I blush at the drop of a hat and it’s not very attractive when a male blushes, or so I’ve been told. It only adds to the humiliation of it all.
'Coz, when a girl blushes, it’s considered demure. When a guy blushes, it’s just weird.
What’s worse is that I don’t even blush well. It’s not just a faint hint of rose upon my cheeks-- I turn bright red. All over my face. It’s horrid. And people always seem to comment on it too! Someone inevitably says “Hurr, look! He’s blushing!” Which, of course, just make me blush even harder.
Why do they do that? What kind of a reaction do they expect? Do they want me to gasp and utter “What, I’m blushing? I had no idea! Guess I’d better stop then. Thanks for that.” :rolleyes:
I suppose the thing I dislike most of being a blusher is that it’s so very obvious to tell whom I have a crush on. As I’ll turn lobster red when ever I talk to or see him/her. I don’t want my emotions to be an open book. sigh
Oh yes, I’m a blusher and it is itself a cause of massive embarrasment and inconvenience.
For example; sitting in church and the preacher tangentially mentions child porn; the term in this context is itself slightly embarrassing - in a general, non-personal sense, but that social awkwardness is enough to start me blushing (or to make me fear that I’m going to blush). As soon as that’s happened, I start being embarrassed about the blushing, wondering whether people have noticed, wondering if they think I’m blushing because I’m feeling guilty about something connected with child porn, etc… and a vicious cycle begins that inevitably ends with me turning beetroot red.
I don’t think so. When I get embarrassed, I can feel my face getting hotter but I’ve never been near a mirror when it happens, so I’m not sure how much is actually visible. No one’s ever said anything so hopefully my face hasn’t been turning bright red without me noticing.
Yes. But my skin is brown so you can rarely see it unless you get me really embarrassed. I feel the blood to my face, that is, but most of the time I can successfully hide it.
Now my SO, on the other hand, can tell if I’m blushing in a heartbeat. He always knows.
For me it’s really more of a flush than a blush, because I associate blushing with embarassment and I am hardly ever embarassed: when my cheeks get red, it’s more of an adrenaline thing. If I’m singing on stage my cheeks are red. If I’m giving a speech about a topic that I’m passionate about my cheeks are red. If I’m in a poker hand that I care about (i.e., I’m either hoping that no one calls my bluff or I’m hoping that everyone thinks I’m bluffing) my cheeks are red. Etc., etc. Sometimes people think I’m embarrased during frank sexual conversations when actually I’m just turned on.
Sometimes other people like to point it out and tease me about being embarrased, but I know better so mostly it doesn’t bother me. It actually helped me in poker for a while, because one of the other players thought I only blushed when I was bluffing. I did nothing to abuse him of that notion.
Now, perhaps, but when you’re older it will be a good thing: I find it very appealing when a 30±year-old man who is confident and outgoing still blushes sometimes.
I went to an amateur production of “My Sister Eileen” way back in the 60’s at an Insurance Company in Springfield Mass.
Early on - maybe the opening scene - a gal onstage appears in her slip (as required in the script) and her entire body blushed. That is the body parts we could see - arms legs, shoulders.
She wasn’t being sexy in the scene, just a normal gal getting dressed.
Never saw anything like it. Do any of you blushers go completely red?
I played Scotty in “Tribute” and had to drop my pants at various points in the play, but I didn’t care, so I never went red. The audience cracked up, though. We had a tailor replace the zippers with velcro so the effect was almost instantaneous.
I am definitely a blusher. I am also a trainer and most of my week is filled with being (hopefully) the center of attention in a room full of people that I don’t know very well or at all.
Hilarity often ensues. (No penis.)
Penis ensuing actually leaves my whole chest, face, and neck a spectacularly blotchy red. It’s very sexy, lemme tell you. :smack:
I don’t blush just due to being stared at or anything, but if I do something like speak an unintended double entendre and people react just so, then yeah… :o
Yes. Whenever I’m embarrassed, which isn’t often. I’m very fair-skinned though so it’s obvious at a glance; my whole face turns pink.
And yes, like the OP, even memories of certain things can make me blush. All over again. People tell me it’s charming, but I find it kind of annoying; I don’t think anybody would enjoy an obvious uncontrollable display of what they’re thinking and/or feeling.
And I think it’s weird that embarrassment can be “played” over and over again in your mind, like a record, with the same physical response it inspired initially.
I also go red when I’m frightened or startled; it seems to be connected to the adrenaline rush. I can feel a huge heat-wave overtaking me from the neck upwards.
Yep, big-time. I hate it. When I’m really happy, really sad, really drunk, really hot, really cold…my face turns bright red. It’s awful. Fix me, please!
Oh, yeah! Another fierce, earburning flusher here (which my dermatologist says is related to having rosacea). I’m not at ALL nervous talking in front of people, but when I’m at a meeting and am moved to speak up on a topic, I go bright red, just like that. (And the worst thing is feeling it happen and knowing you can’t control it!)
I also flush when I’m pissed off. I was in a meeting once where I was basically getting dressed down by the big boss on an issue that I disagreed with him about, but I just sat there and said neutral, bland things in response. Afterward, my direct supervisor, who was also in the meeting, said to me, “Whoa! I could FEEL the heat coming off your ears!”
A couple of years ago, I saw or read an article about a female newscaster whose career was being damaged by her flushing, so she actually had surgery to cut the nerves that cause the flushing reaction. But IIRC, the surgery affected her facial expressions. I’ll try to find a cite for that article. It was pretty interesting.
I don’t blush, but I do remember sitting in a school assembly once, close by to one of my favourite teachers. I was feeling nauseous and crummy but stayed in my seat–and then the room started to do a slow spin, and I scrambled to my feet, ran for the bathroom and threw up.
When I got out of the bathroom, the startled teacher–who’d followed me to see what was wrong–took a look at me and said my face was white as chalk.
So I don’t blush, but apparently I go very pale. Go figure.
