I’m fairly unflappable and quick with a comeback, but the following exchange (on a public bus) stunned me into speechlessness:
Guy who I’d been making small talk with (weather, etc.) paused, looked me over, and then asked: “Is the hair on the rest of you as red as what’s on your head?” :eek:
So, what’s been said to you that’s stunned/embarrassed you?
When I was in the sixth grade I had a classmate say to me just out of the blue “Don’t you hate it when you get constipated and your dad puts that hose up your butt?”
I still don’t know what that meant.
I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it again…
“I never would have guessed that you were Colored, I mean you talk so… so… well, you know how Colored people talk all that jive talk…”
I want to know more about Enema Kid.
My sophomore year of college, I was with my family at one of their friends’ house. Somehow, the topic of conversation got turned to me, and they were tilling him how they felt I was “bragging” when I talked about my underage drinking (never mind that they were the first ones to offer me alcohol, back in high school). I responded by saying something along the lines of “well, I know you wouldn’t want me to lie to you.” My stepmother responded with something like “well, I don’t expect you to tell us when you’re not a virgin anymore.” :eek:
So I didn’t.
“You have a body odour problem”
Which I did. Not through lack of bathing or non-use of deoderants. But because I was ALLERGIC to the deoderants. Thankfully the person who told me that also recommended some herbal stuff which really worked well.
But it was still embarrassing to be told that…
Well, it was in the fourth or fifth grade and a bunch of us guys were out on the playground at lunch shooting the breeze. Somehow the conversation comes to doctor visits and it turned out all of us had the same pediatrician. Someone mentions getting grabbed down there, to which most of us concur with a hearty “yeah, what’s up with that?” And then the one who didn’t audibly concur, and who now apparently has the nickname Spanky, said “I kinda like it.” Slowly all four or five other heads turn to stare at him in stunned disbelief. He didn’t get in those kinds of conversations much after that.
I sat next to a girl known for being very religious in 7th grade health class. During the part of the course where the cutaway side views of the male and female reproduction organ are used, the teacher made a comment that most of us would someday find pleasure from sexual relations. At the end of the class as everyone was getting ready to leave, she asked me in a voice loud enough that most of the class could hear “Want to come over to my house after school and have sex?” The teacher kept her after class (the teacher was female) for a little more in depth discussion.
A young, spritely autistic boy came up to me while I was working at a special ed school and said
“You’re ugly! Like those women that love other women.”
which was nice
and then my ‘bad ex-boyfriend’ assured me that Cindy Crawford didn’t interest him because:
“I don’t want a beautiful girl. I want you.”
People sometimes wonder why i’m in therapy.
i was in 7th grade, newly moved from California to Maryland, late 70s. Pretty much pre-pubescent, long-ish hair (think 70s and bowl cut). Had a stomach ache, so went to the nurses office. She has me lie down, says she’ll be with me in a minute.
Comes over, asks where it hurts. When I tell her, she goes “are you having your period?”.
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Forgot to mention, I’m a guy. :eek:
I was too embarrassed to do anything but nod…
This guy I’ve never talked to before in my life comes up to me and says that he has to ask me a question, but I had to promise that I wouldn’t slap him or kick him in the nuts or anything.
I figure that whatever it is he wants to ask me can’t be THAT bad, so I tell him that he can go ahead and ask and that I wouldn’t hurt him.
His question: “Are you a really ugly guy or a really pretty girl?”
That was the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard in my life. He was expecting an answer, too. I wish I could have seen the look on my face.
[sub]For the record, I’m a girl. I just have short hair and I dress sorta like a guy.[/sub]
I’m going to confide in my fellow dopers about something extremely embarassing but applicable to the thread. I was driving with 3 friends. I was having an argument with one of them (female). In the middle of the argument, she says, “Well, at least I didn’t masturbate in my best friend’s bathroom!” which was terribly cruel because it was true but it was something I was terribly ashamed about. Somehow she found out and there was this silence for like 5 minutes because I was at a loss for words. Finally, another friend who didn’t know about any of this spoke on my behalf, “Hey, that’s pretty fucked up to mention something like that.”
Maybe it’s just me, but if I couldn’t tell if someone was a really pretty girl, they would be a really pretty guy if they were male.
And on that note… rexnervous makes his SDMB debut! Welcome! 
I guess I was about ten when we went to visit a friend of my mother’s, and the first words out of her mouth were, “Oh look, Bluethree’s got boobies!”
I was mistaken for a guy once too.
To be fair, I had fairly short hair at the time and was sitting in a dark part of a bar. However, I was wearing a very low cut shirt (my friends called it “The Shirt” because it never failed to get attention) with a push-up bra and really red lipstick.
Some guy who knows my boyfriend comes up and after a few pleasantries says to him, “Is that a guy?”
Great guy that my boyfriend was, he replied “If it is, he’s got the best set of tits I’ve ever seen!”
And I would say making you first post about how you were mistaken for a girl takes a lot of…um…balls.
Willkommen
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Welcome.
yeah, nice one rexnervous. made me laugh out loud, causing the entire office to wonder if i’d finally gone insane!
Not really embarrassing for me, but for them:
When I was in university, my hair came down to my shoulder blades, very thick and wavy (god, I miss my hair!), and I had a full beard.
So myself and a couple of friends were in the student bar, and I was sitting on top of a foosball table, drinking and chatting. After a while, I notice the two handles between my legs moving back and forth, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. Since it wasn’t anywhere near my happy boy place, and therefore no real danger, I figured it was some person idly toying with them as they talked to someone behind me. I paid it no mind.
This went on for a couple of minutes, until I turned to my left to talk to someone else, showing my profile to the people behind me as well. Suddenly I hear “Oh, shit! Dude! It’s a guy!” 
I turn around, and there’s three stereotypical “jock” types with baseball caps, button-down shirts and cowboy boots. Apparently, they’d been toying with the handles near my legs in a clumsy and juvenile attempt to pick me up.
I winked at them and gave them a little kissy-face. They left. Quickly.
My grandfather was visiting, and my mom, grandpa and I were sitting around the breakfast table. The topic if child rearing comes up, and what sort of choices parents have to make about their kids. And eventually mom says “For instance, I decided not to have Sengkelat circumcised.”
My grandfather was visiting, and my mom, grandpa and I were sitting around the breakfast table. The topic if child rearing comes up, and what sort of choices parents have to make about their kids. And eventually mom says “For instance, I decided not to have Sengkelat circumcised.”