I was asked for the time at a formal drinks party, and tilted my hand to look at my watch holding a glass of wine, thus pouring it all down my shirt.
And I took the “nerdy, glasses-wearing, shy girl” to a college dance, only to have my friends stunned when they saw her dressed up. I will say that I always thought she was drop-dead gorgeous, but it wasn’t generally accepted by other people… That’s fortunate, because I would never have gotten the courage to ask her to the dance if she was considered to be one of the “hotties.”
While sparring in martial arts, my classmate and simultaneously threw kicks, hitting each other shinbone on shinbone.
We stopped and stared at each other, neither of us willing to admit it hurt and pretending we didn’t feel a thing. After about 15 seconds, we both simultaneously fell on the ground clutching our shins, rolling in tears of pain. Classic moment
Anecdote the second…
While flying a ratty old Cessna with my flight instructor, I noticed the fuel gauge was reading empty and we were a good half-hour from nowhere. I pointed in panic at the gauge and rapidly tried to start mayday procedures and dial the radio and transponder to emergency frequency. My instructor pounded on the dash, and the gauge needle unstuck and swung up to 3/4 tank and he grinned back at me like Han Solo.
I have walked into a closed porch (glass) door. :smack:
And this was about 5 or so years after I ran, full tilt, into a screen door and knocked it off the tracks. (Now, in my defense, I was a little over-enthused about being able to swim in the pool.)
I once managed to catch my foot on a door as I pulled it towards me to open it and walk through. It slammed shut and rebounded open again, hitting me square in the middle of the forehead, taking out a small chunk of flesh and leaving a clean red vertical line & bruising (there’s still a slight scar).
For weeks after: ‘What on earth happened?’ ‘Ummmm…I walked into a door.’
It’s not a cliche but it’s a funny story so I’m sharing it dag-nabbit.
At a karate tournament, I had just lost a sparring match. Naturally I was a little bummed out. I go over to my teammates for some much-needed cheering up. One kid, Chris B., who was probably the most skilled guy in the club, gave me some pointers.
He said my guard was down. I didn’t believe him. That’s when he kicked me hard in the stomach, knocking me what felt like three feet backwards. I do know I fell back on my ass and couldn’t breathe at all.
The only thing I can think of off the top of my head-
I was at a friend’s house party about 2 years ago. I’d broken up with my boyfriend a month earlier, but I knew he was going to be there. My friends and I got roaringly drunk, and he still hadn’t shown up. I didn’t really want to see him, but anticipation of his arrival was killing me.
The party goes on, people start passing out on the lounges, and sleeping on the floor. I’m extemely tipsy by this point, but nowhere near keeling over. Suddenly, my ex walks through the front door, and he stops dead in his tracks, staring at me. We rush towards each other, stepping over unconcious people, and couples locked in heavy embrace on the floor. We meet each other halfway, he picks me up, and we have one of those amazing movie kisses that lasts for about 10 minutes. I think we talked a little bit after that, but my lift was ready to go so I didn’t stay long.
I don’t know what was going on that night, and we haven’t spoken since.
I had known this woman since I was 16 and she was 14. We had both moved away, but found ourselves back in the same town and met for dinner. We spent the evening consoling each other about our failed relationships and eventually wished we had ended up with “someone like you.”
And then we both simultaneously realized “but not you” and went our separate ways.
I was on a small break out in the countryside with some friends, and one morning we visited a small picturesque village for breakfast. It was a tiny sleepy town, but pretty.
As soon as we exited the car, three things happened: an old rusty pick-up truck, with crates of chickens in the back, drove by; a pretty girl, on a red bicycle with a basket on the front, rode past; and a dusty grizzled old man in an off-kilter hat approached, sweeping the footpath, while whistling.
I was in New Orleans (for the computer graphics tradeshow Siggraph) with most of the rest of the staff of my small employer. As exhibitors, we had an invitation to an private party at Mardi Gras World. We crowded into two taxicabs to get there from the hotel, but only one of us had the invitation (or even knew where the party was) and she was in the first car. So one of my co-workers was able to tell the driver, “Follow that cab!”
My friend and I were lounging around on opposite ends of our couch, watching a movie. I forget exactly what was going on, but she was taunting me with her drink. Jokingly, I tap/kicked the bottom of the cup (one of those from a fast food place) with my foot. The drink flies straight out of her hands towards my hand, which caught it. When our brains caught up, we laughed and agreed there was no way to repeat that.
Then, in college, something happened that needs a bit of a set-up. The co-ed dorm I lived in was partially built in a hill, so that the high placed windows were just about ground level. Something was going on that day and there were several pretty girls in dresses outside. So a couple guys stood on chairs to check 'em out. I felt caught in a 50s movie. Then one guy tripped and fell as he was getting down from the chair, classic!
It gets better though, when he told the story, he said something like, We were on these chairs, checking out these cute girls outside and I was getting off when…
When he had to stop, due to much laughter. Yay for unintended innuendo!
I was once sitting in the dark, cross legged on the floor, listening to music with headphones. Am amazing thunderstorm came it. I didn’t realize it till a bolt of lightning went off and I heard the crackle through my headphons.
I levitated two feet off the air. Straight up, still crosslegged.
I told my dad “Everything I know I learned from you” during an argument, but I feel I must mention that a) I meant “everything I know ABOUT ARGUING” and b) I didn’t yell it, I just stated it.
He stormed out, then came back ten minutes later and calmly told me I was right. So there was that, at least.
A girl and I just started dating and she was going to come over after she was done with work, so I figured I might as well make dinner. And as a kicker I know she loves candles so I bought a couple. She came just as I was finishing up dinner. I had soft music playing in the background (That wasn’t really planned. I just like soft music) and candles lit (I also have two dogs, so the candles were double-plus good).
We ate, talking, holding hands for the duration. I figured I might as well go for it and leaned in for a kiss.
“I feel like I’m in a movie” she says to me afterwards. At that point in time “So Close” by John McClaughlin came on my playlist so I figured What the hell, I might as well go all out. I grabbed her hand and we slow-danced to it.
After we sit back down I tell her, “There, now we have had the full cliche movie experience.” She laughed and called me cute.
