Honestly, I think the only reason I remember that particular secret is it’s the perfect set-up for some awesome porn, but then just sort of fizzles out. Stacy got to switch to a single room when everyone else had to finish the semester with whoever their roomies were, and nobody but me (and Sarah, I suppose) knew why.
I stole my brother’s tickets to Donohue. Donohue has been off the air for at least five years. I hate my brother. He’s stupid and arrogant. He has a crappy job with no benefits, lives with my parents without paying them a penny in rent, falls prey to every stupid scam ever dreamed up, calls me lazy when I work more hours than he does and in general serves no purpose at all other than to run up credit card debt and let my mother say that she has two children. My biggest regret over it is that I didn’t steal more stuff from him.
I was meant to meet female coworker #1 for an evening drink when we were away on business. When I called, her cell was off, so I ended up bored and alone in my hotel room. Eventually I went out buy a magazine to read, and happened to see her and coworker #2 heading into a pub together, and acting in a very flirty and tactile manner with each other. Later, she called me to tell me she had gone straight to bed and turned her cell off, and was too tired to come out.
Coworker #2 is married with a young kid.
Circa last month. :eek:
I secretly have a crush on a fellow doper!
I’m a vanilla citizen. 
I snuck the new car keys out of my mother’s purse while she was working at the family store when I was 13. I started it, tried to pull out of a spot and hit the car next to me. I never said a word. When she came out of the place of business that night, she noticed that she had been subjected to a “hit and run” and called the police. The did a report and the cop wrote that the car that “hit” her’s was blue.
It was white.
To this day, 30 years later, I have not told her that it was me who was responsible for the scratch on her new car.
She really does have cancer.
pssh. Get in line.
I went to college with Gordon MacRae’s mistress.
About four years ago, my wife’s friend came on to me. While my wife was in the same room. I ran a mile, metaphorically. I never said anything because it wouldn’t have done any good, and they ceased being friends for different reasons anyway.
A former roommate reportedly had he-to-she sex reassignment surgery shortly after we stopped being roommates. This was more than ten years ago, and I never have known whether he really did it or if my friends just told me that to see if I would keep a secret.
LOL
K proposed to me several times while he was engaged to C. I always thought he was joking and I kept turning him down. I thought we were just friends. But C never knew. She also never knew that he found out where I lived in CA and came to see me while she was back home in IN with their kids.
I don’t know if he was truly smitten or just a skeevy cheater. C deserved better.
This all happened more than 30 years ago. Wonder if they’re still married?
:dubious:
and you did shoot the deputy, I bet!!!
Hahaha, and I’m the Godfather 
I’d tell my secret, but most everyone on this board already knows what I would say and I have no desire to make a repeat performance :smack:
Amanda told Tony that she was on the pill because they didn’t have any condoms and she wanted to sleep with him while she had the chance. Then she got pregnant. Then I helped her find a place to get an abortion.
Heath is gay, goddamnit. We all know. Just admit it already and stop killing me, dude. Sheesh.
I was the one who broke the glass.
I said that I don’t know where the Barbie dolls you wanted to auction on eBay are, but the truth is, I threw them out the last time I moved.
Dad, when I called you to say I’d be late for dinner because I was at his place, and you freaked, and I got outraged and said we were just talking and how dare you be suspicious like that, and stormed home and let you have it?
He and I were totally having sex.
(Dad died in 2003.)
I ate the entire carrot cake from Trader Joe’s. Three times. I strongly suspect my husband knows this because he gave me a funny look when we bought another one last week.
That four-month hepatitis will, five months after the wedding, be baptised Aurelio like his grandpa.
(He’s now a tax-specialist lawer)
Similar story to ** FairyChatMom**…
Yes, your husband hit on me at least half a dozen times while you weren’t in the room. Yes, I did turn him down because I knew you loved him and you were my best friend…but it didn’t stop you hitting on my husband later on…
(eight years ago, ex-best friend)