Last week I woke up to an email from the lovely Teri over at The Narcissist’s Blog informing me that she’d decided to give me the T.M.I Blog Award – majorly excited!!! Thanks Teri!!
The TMI Blog Award honors those blogs that discuss everything in detail and do it well. These bloggers aren’t afraid to discuss their most awkward, embarrassing and intimate experiences with honesty, humor and little to no filter.
Here are the rules
- Thank the person who presented you with the award.
- Link back to the blogger who presented the award to you.
- Share an awkward, embarrassing and intimate story in 250 words or less.
- Copy and paste the blog award on your blog.
- Present the TMI Blog Award to 5 – 10 deserving blogs.
- Let them know they have been chosen by leaving a comment at their blog.
The award is aptly named as, like you know, I am the master of the overshare. In one of my classes this year I was known as TMID (Too Much Info Dexxx) and that was before I had a sex blog and people knew about it.
One of the reasons I’ve not posted this before now is because I couldn’t come up with a story that was suitably awkward, embarrassing and intimate to be shared. I’ve since consulted The List (of people I’ve slept with, not the events magazine) and had a fun trip down memory lane. So here we go then, with the only really awkward story I remember from before this blog.
At the end of my second year of university I had just turned 19 a lot of us were about to leave for the summer and then go on ERASMUS to various places across the continent, so we decided (or rather, K1 and K2 who were living together decided) to have a party. At said party there was a boy – he was 23, and doing a Ph. D in Chemistry. As the party was mostly frequented by Polish people the vodka was flowing and so Chemistry Boy and I ended up making out in the kitchen until I had a brainwave – some of the flatmates had gone to a club, it was barely 1 a.m. “M’s room is empty”. Off we went. About fifteen minutes later the bedroom door opened and there stood K1, not at all shocked or even remotely surprised, and we thought we were about to be admonished but all she wanted to know was where her cigarettes were, then she left us to it. Not long after that, though, the door opened again to reveal M, who was shocked and surprised but very apologetic. We decided to stop then and as I was dressing, Chemistry Boy said “come back to mine. I’m going on holiday tomorrow so you’d have to leave quite early…” I didn’t even let him finish his sentence before exclaiming, without thinking, “pfft, I’m not that interested.” That awkward moment when you realise what you’ve just said…
Anyway. That’s all water under the bridge now, so it’s time to present this award to some others. The award goes to…
I’m only giving it to 4 blogs because I’m actually really bad at keeping up to date with blogs generally, but these are the ones which stand out for me.