Let's see...for me: Woman wanted me to be romantic so I sang to her on the beach at night. Basically, midway a wave pulled me deep into the ocean. Next--->

I can't remember...I tend to block those memories out

Hi. I dont want to get to deep here/Many crazy things happen, Let me see! The time in Maryland/My first girl friend Theresa. We lived on a dirt road/Summer time real dusty. We would fix field cars up and drive very wild back then. She wants to go for a ride-?- Not very romanic. O.K. lets-go/I dont think she ever rode with us after that - the dirt/dust was every where Eyes/Mounth/Hair. not the best way to inpress a girl friend. Roller-skates. was her thing. Lost that girl friend. {Memories} 1972-73. Thank-you

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we were hungry so we went to taco bell and went to his place to eat..because of my very weak stomach I ended up throwing up on my pants and his rug...but then again, on the plus side I had a tooth brush with me, and i got to wear his shorts and sleep in his arms that night cause my pants had to be washed lol

Getting caught by her father, butt naked both of us riding me and both of us going..

hummmm...don't remember, been so long, I'll have to get back to ya on this one.

Getting caught in the act doing it by the Manlius, NY Police, circa 1988. It was our 10th date. Long story short, no charges were filed.

I was 17, took girl to the MU/KU game, met up with a few friends after the game and got kinda drunk. Forgot where I parked the car at and we ended up walking around for about an hour looking for it. Next!

I was young ... way young and I was mislead.... she was really a he...he ended up walking home

Wind lifted my mini skirt while he was watching from his car on the first date.

Well I was at RedLobster, and I was pulling the tail off my shrimp cocktail and the tail landed in the cleavage of the bodacious blonde next to me.....
Another time, my black tight pants ripped open while I was shooting pool...and I had no panties on.....

Does waking up with her mom count?

I was quite young. Our "date" was hanging out in her parents basement, while she did laundry. She went upstairs to get us a drink and I tried to squeak one out. Of course I sharted. I quickly stipped and buried my soiled underpants in the bottom of her dad's office waste-basket. (Hope he never dug thru there, looking for a lost document) I guess it wasn't too bad, as I "got away with it," but I did confess, years later.