2010
01.26

My Husband Thinks I’m Pregnant…

(+3 rating, 17 votes)
Loading ... Loading ...

My Worst Secret Is…

My husband and I are trying to have our 2nd kid.  I am really not wanting to get pregnant again because my first time getting pregnant was miserable.  I was sick and just didn’t feel good for the whole time.  Not only that, but I become a demanding bitch and have to get my way in what I need.  Last month I told my husband that I was pregnant and didn’t feel very good.  He then went to being the do everything I ask husband.  He has even started a night job to supplement for the income we are losing cause I asked him last week to quite my job.  The only thing that he doesn’t know that I really am not pregnant.  It has been almost 6 weeks now and I was hoping that I would have been pregnant weeks ago to cover up my lie.  I have to come up with something soon because he is wanting me to go to the doctor to find out the due date.  I don’t know how to break the news to him and I am starting to feel real guilty acting like I took a pregnancy test and it came back positive.  Now I am stuck with either coming clean or starting another lie about how I must have miscarried.

Share and Enjoy:
  • Twitthis
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Digg
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Fark
  • MySpace
  • Propeller
  • Reddit
  • StumbleUpon
  • blogmarks
  • Faves
  • Fleck
  • FriendFeed
  • Gwar
  • LinkaGoGo
  • Linkter
  • Netvibes
  • SheToldMe
  • Slashdot
  • Socialogs
  • Tumblr
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks
  • Yahoo! Buzz
2010
01.26

A HighSchool Prank Gone Wrong….

(+3 rating, 13 votes)
Loading ... Loading ...

My Worst Secret Is….
As friends we always did stupid things in the middle of the night.  We never did anything to intentionally hurt anyone or destroy property.  One things that we liked to do is take signs out of the ground, pole and all, and place them at random people’s houses.  We were out in the country and decided to take a stop sign.  Not thinking anything of it we found it funny to place it right in front of our high schools door.  The next morning was hilarious as people were wondering where it came from.  The principal was trying to figure out where it came from.  We never said anything and didn’t understand why the principal was upset at the prank.

During lunch we found out that there was an accident out at the place we took the stop sign.  The person that was driving was hurt but did not die.  To this day, I feel bad about taking the sign and causing a wreck.

Share and Enjoy:
  • Twitthis
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Digg
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Fark
  • MySpace
  • Propeller
  • Reddit
  • StumbleUpon
  • blogmarks
  • Faves
  • Fleck
  • FriendFeed
  • Gwar
  • LinkaGoGo
  • Linkter
  • Netvibes
  • SheToldMe
  • Slashdot
  • Socialogs
  • Tumblr
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks
  • Yahoo! Buzz
2010
01.25

I Am Psychic When It Comes To Female Underwear and Grooming….

(+7 rating, 9 votes)
Loading ... Loading ...

My Worst Secret Is…

High School was the best of time of my life so far.  We figured out that we could climb through the ceiling and look into the girls locker room.  It was my best friend and I and we swore never to tell anyone.  We did this for our entire sophomore year.  It was great to see the older girls and we became friends with a lot of the Senior guys because they thought we had psychic powers on knowing the color of girls underwear.  Not only that, we could tell them what girls grooming was being done.  The older guys found this crazy that we knew after confirming this with certain girls they would hook up with.  They thought that we were actually hooking up with these girls and no one was telling.  It was the best year in High School.

Share and Enjoy:
  • Twitthis
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Digg
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Fark
  • MySpace
  • Propeller
  • Reddit
  • StumbleUpon
  • blogmarks
  • Faves
  • Fleck
  • FriendFeed
  • Gwar
  • LinkaGoGo
  • Linkter
  • Netvibes
  • SheToldMe
  • Slashdot
  • Socialogs
  • Tumblr
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks
  • Yahoo! Buzz
2010
01.25

My Worst Secret Is…

Everyone know the awkwardness of being in Jr. High gym class.  For some reason there was always weird things happening.  I was the kid that had no friends and wanted to fit in.  There were always towel fights after class where there would be a huge whipping contest.  It was everyone for their self.  One war we were having there were probably 10 of us in the showers getting each other.  I got whipped so hard I fell over.  Unfortunately, it hit me in a spot that is supposed to feel pleasure not pain.  I didn’t want anyone to know so I acted like it was the stomach and went back to get dressed.   As I was in an extreme pain and getting dressed I noticed that I was bleeding.  I honestly thought that I would have had to go to the doctor and get stitches.  I didn’t tell anyone and had to put vaseline on just so it wouldn’t stick to my boxers.  Finally, after about a month the scab was gone and I was healed.  Now I have a scar and wonder what I should say if I am ever asked about it.

Share and Enjoy:
  • Twitthis
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Digg
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Fark
  • MySpace
  • Propeller
  • Reddit
  • StumbleUpon
  • blogmarks
  • Faves
  • Fleck
  • FriendFeed
  • Gwar
  • LinkaGoGo
  • Linkter
  • Netvibes
  • SheToldMe
  • Slashdot
  • Socialogs
  • Tumblr
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks
  • Yahoo! Buzz
2010
01.23

I Am A Short Asian Sex Tourist – Slept With 500+ Women

(+5 rating, 15 votes)
Loading ... Loading ...

My Worst Secret Is….

When I was growing up I had bad acne… and so never had any confidence with girls. Also grew up in a single sex school so never met any girls…first time I ever talked to a girl of my age was when I was 18. Am also short – 5ft 5 and asian so…yeah. FML. Shit poor chance at the romance sweepstakes. Even the asian girls want to go out with white guys.  I guess I was the romantic type because I kept holding out for the one special girl who I would lose my virginity to and eventually marry. But girls would keep turning me down. No girl ever pictured me as Prince Charming I guess. I’ve never had a girlfriend in my whole life.

Got so bad that I was still a virgin at 26. Like I said, no confidence.

So then I woke up and realized it wasn’t happening so I went to see a prostitute (it’s legal in Canada – well sorta)  After that, I got hooked. Every 2 weeks I would go see a different one….for about C$250. It was exciting and thrilling knowing I could go see a girl I had read about and just pay her for sex. Then walk away with no regret.  2 years later, I moved to another city that had cheap flights to Cuba…then started going there more often. It was only $300 for a return ticket and I would go there for a week and f my brains out.

The girls only charged $50 and they were awesome. I’d meet them at clubs just like here but I was treated like Brad Pitt. Later I’d bring them back to my casa particular and do them. They loved to have sex and so fun. Sex is the national sport. In Cuba, you’re the man…you don’t feel like you have to beg for approval.  After that trip, I’ve whored in Dominican republic (C+), Honduras (B-), Colombia (A+), Thailand (A), Indonesia (A), Cambodia (B+), Hong Kong (B) and Czech Republic (B). Generally I never pay more than $50 for a go…Indonesia is dirt cheap.

I’ve had hard core sex with gorgeous girls who I wouldn’t have had a prayer of dating in North America. Soooo far out of my league but sooo close within my wallet. I’ve always treated them well…but just be careful don’t fall in love with them.  I’ve been with asians, latinas, black girls and white girls too. Latinas are the best. If I ever marry, she’d be latina.I use a condom all the time of course and have never caught anything. Now of course I won’t say it’s an awesome experience all the time (some girls just lie there), but still better than staying home and striking out all the damn time. It’s hard being a short asian guy in North America.

It hasn’t been the same since…it’s like my eyes were opened. Now I laugh at guys in North America and the games they have to play. I don’t think I can ever go back to normal dating now.  Plus…do you really think marriage will make you happier? 50% of all marriages end in disaster and the guy mostly ends up footing the bill. Out of the remaining 50%, half of them are unhappy. My boss paid $55,000 to lawyers for his divorce – that could have funded 15 of my trips, champagne style!!!!

Break free of the matrix boys. There’s a whole life to be lived out there.

Share and Enjoy:
  • Twitthis
  • Sphinn
  • del.icio.us
  • Digg
  • Facebook
  • Mixx
  • Fark
  • MySpace
  • Propeller
  • Reddit
  • StumbleUpon
  • blogmarks
  • Faves
  • Fleck
  • FriendFeed
  • Gwar
  • LinkaGoGo
  • Linkter
  • Netvibes
  • SheToldMe
  • Slashdot
  • Socialogs
  • Tumblr
  • Yahoo! Bookmarks
  • Yahoo! Buzz