Out of my depthAs a schoolkid, I signed up for a public speaking contest purely as a ruse to meet girls. It haunts me still: in front of 300 people, I started to speak, dried up, stood there for what felt like half an hour staring at the floor and then slowly walked back to my seat. Oh, and the girl I liked laughed.
Have you ever been utterly, completely, devastatingly out of your depth?
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chthonic, Thu 14 Oct 2004, 15:07)
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when i lived in new yorkme and a friend decided to go out on the town. After several TVRs (they were new then) and a bit wobbly, we ended the night in a really great bar off Union Square. The place closed and I was chatting to someone outside, not noticing where my mate had gone. She walks out with, well, whatever the plural is for Norweigan men. HUGE NORWEIGAN MEN. Like Vikings. 18 of them. God knows where she found them, it was a small bar. So then she bundles us into a taxi with them.
Where are we going, I ask.
To a party, she says.
Where is the party? I ask Huge Incomprehensible Scandinavian 1.
Newark, he says.
Riiight, I say. Who's party? I ask.
Ours, he says.
Okaay. Who's going? I ask.
Us, he says.
Just us, I ask.
Yes, he says.
Picture forms in mind: Two young women, the only ones, in a flat containing 18 HUGE MEN (accents and nationalities are irrelevant by this point), with a crate of beer, 40 minutes journey from both where we are right now and where I live. And no mobile phone.
aaaaa. never, been a situation like that before or since, was left floundering completely for a few minutes before sense kicked in.
Grab my friend at the nearest stop light, pull her out of the cab and deride her for her level of dumbness, cab drives off. Pher-yew. Call me paranoid, but I still don't feel that was wise....
(, Thu 21 Oct 2004, 14:57, Reply)
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