I did NOT need to see that...

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Coming home from physical therapy the other day, I decided to stop at Food Lion and grab a rotisserie chicken and some sides for dinner - I was in no mood to cook. As I crawled out of my van and headed across the parking lot, I noticed a guy - probably in his early 20s. He was tall and thin, tattooed, long dark hair, wearing a black tank top. As he stood there talking to a guy sitting in a car, he was applying underarm deodorant rather vigorously. Guess he had a hot date or something, but honestly, I did *not * need to see that…

This got me to thinking about other things I’d seen that I could have done without. For example, some years back, I had a computer cam and I used icuii to do random video chats with whoever happened to be on line. It was IM with screen shots, and I enjoyed seeing who I was chatting with.

One evening, I got a message from someone in Italy. The picture was the side view of a female torso - the camera was aimed below neck level - and this particular torso was clad in a well-filled black bustier or similar garment, black hose and garters, and black stilettos. My screen name was recognizably female, and I wasn’t quite sure why a woman dressed that way would message me, but I was bored, so I decided to talk to her.

The conversation began the usual way with the usual feeling-out-for-common-ground questions. She asked if her attire made me uncomfortable - I was trying to figure out if she was trying to determine if I was lesbian… :confused: The screen shots with each message were different, so either she attached a series of photos to her messages or she was deliberately posing for me. And then, suddenly, the picture was of a very impressive male package displayed beneath the bustier, between the hose and garters. :eek:

“She” asked if it bothered me. I decided I wasn’t interested in any more conversation. I most definitely didn’t need to see that.

For the record, my cam has since died and has not been replaced. icuii presented me with far too many male crotch shots when I was just looking for conversation. I’m not a prude. I have no problem with nudity. But, damn!!

Your turn - share your unwelcome visions.

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I was at a cookout a few weeks ago and got an eyeful of 70-something year old man-sack hanging out of some guys shorts. He was the hostess’ uncle or something. Jesus. I wanted to bleach my eyes.

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I was sitting at a traffic light the other day. You know how you kind of glance around at the other drivers in the other lanes?

I happened to glance at the guy sitting in the left-hand turn lane. He was vigorously mining for gold in his nose. This is disgusting enough. However, upon locating a nugget, he looked at it, sniffed, and then popped it in his mouth. I was disgusted beyond belief, yet I could not look away.

What the hell is wrong with me?

4

I was sitting in my living room the other evening when a visitor to my neighbor’s house decided to take a whiz next to the neighbor’s garage…about 4 feet from the living room window I was sitting next to. We have a bamboo screen on that window, which apparently makes it much more difficult to see inside than to see out. As he whipped it out and started to wee, I yelled out an incredulous “Dude!”

I did NOT need to see that, but watching the stream flail about as he tried to figure out where that voice was coming from almost made it worth while.

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I did not need to see the amount of blood my mother lost when she cut her finger badly enough to need 8 stitches.

The good news? Apart from a couple of drips on her shorts, and a few drops on a dark-colored dish towel, none of the blood fell places which I had to clean up–most of it was absorbed by disposable stuff, and the rest was absorbed by towels at the hospital, so they have to deal with the blood.

Also good news–no damage to arteries or ligaments. She just had really good circulation.

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I met my husband at a picnic for a group of on-line friends. It was much like a dopefest, but many years before I discovered the fine people here.
One guy I’d talked to many times, who had described himself as 20 something, with a swimmer’s body, turned out to be 40 or 50 something. If he had a swimmer’s body, it was buried in his yard.
He was wearing very wide legged shorts without underwear. His favored position was one foot up on the picnic bench. His gear was :eek: enough to dampen much of the party spirit.
Future hubby asked if we could go somewhere without such a “stunning” view. :smiley:

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Taters, I had a similar experience - watched the expedition, discovery and lunch. Then she looked over at me, and I mouthed the word YUMMY! smiled real big, and drove off. :slight_smile:

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Camping at a clothing optional festival two weeks ago.

The woman with the tent next to ours (60-something, very sweet) leans over to stake her tent in.

And reveals at *least *a dozen clit, labia and other vulvular piercings. It looked like a silversmith’s shop down there.

I did NOT need to see that.

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Why the heck did he have to sniff it, if it came out of his nose?!?

My most recent thing I did NOT need to see:

POOP! smeared all over the toilet seat at the in-law’s house. Since my MIL’s health has declined, the housekeeping is in FIL’s hands. She used to keep the house immaculate. So the poop made me sad.
THEN, I couldn’t find anything to clean it with. I couldn’t ask for something without causing them to be embarrassed. So I found a ratty looking washcloth and squirted some shampoo on it.
THEN, I couldn’t decide what to do with it. It would be discovered in the hamper, and the bathroom trashcan was empty. I even though about sneeking it into my purse!
I finally decided to rinse it out as much as possible and hang it to dry on the shower curtain rod.
I spent so much time in the bathroom, that when I came out, my MIL asked if I needed something to settle my stomach.

10

Heading to meet some coworkers at a coney island for lunch last Friday, a car just ahead of mine and two lanes over struck, dismembered and killed a pedestrian. It was horrible and awful and I seriously did not need to see that.

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I can’t handle watching anything that hurts or that should hurt. My husband loves to watch Trauma and *The Operation * and medical shows like that. No thanks. I don’t need to see incisions, or wounds, or even Xrays of obviously painful injuries.

'Cause I’m so sensitive, you know.

OK, I’m a wimp. I admit it.

12

ulk

I think you win.

How awful–sorry you had to see that, QT.

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I wholeheartedly agree. QT wins. ::Cringe::

I don’t even remember why I came in here any more.

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kay, flashback circa 2000, I am a junior in high school. Big party lots of people…so on and so forth. I am sitting on the couch chatting with friends when enter stage left: drunk slutty girl. She is wearing a pair of shorts that aren’t big enough to cover their own pockets, and she flops into the easy chair, legs east and west over the arms. After a few minutes of unintelligible conversation the friend on my left starts laughing hysterically. He leans in to whisper “look at her crotch!” Being that I am a girl, this was strange, but I complied. I still don’t believe what I saw, there peeping out from the minuscule fabric, not only was drunk girl going commando, but you could see a bit of tampon string! NO! I am not seeing this! Every time I see her I think of tampons, and have to go the other direction.

15

I saw Lady in the Water.

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You poor, poor bastard.

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I didn’t need to see a box cutter overshoot its mark and puncture through a finger.

I especially didn’t need to see that it was my finger.

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I know how to make that worse. You could be a woman and the 70-something man could be your own father-in-law. Worse yet, you could have seen this on a few occasions. Yeah, I wish they made a brand of bleach that works on mental images.

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Long time ago, on the day after Christmas, my ex-MIL was putting new bedclothes on the bed while I sat on the floor holding my daughter. She was wearing the long t-shirt she had slept in and, as I discovered when she bent over right in front of me, nothing else. :frowning: At first I thought she had on a really wrinkled pair of underwear, but I was not that lucky. I was treated to a face full of minora, majora, menorah, and maybe even some flora.

As bad as that marriage was, I think that made my top five least favorite moments.

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When I was 14, I was riding on the bus with my teammates to a cross country meet. A man pulled up in the car next to us, wearing no pants and pleasuring himself to a great degree. My little 14-year-old eyes were not ready to see that just then. I, being the good guilt-filled Christian that I was at the time, felt really dirty for a week afterwards.