i know this was already covered but the last post was old and i don't wanna get in trouble for that anyway me and my brother were walking to shamrock fest when we get in line. while were waiting in line we pass by a building with a corner in it. well as were passing by these guys who all went together noticed that one of them had to pee so they all formed a wall while the one guy peed in the corner. after we left early because of the huge amounts of rain, we pass by the same place aand now theres a chick on the inside and her friends around. i didn't get to see much but i saw her from the side, sorta like what your accustome to when seeing pictures like that. other that that though i haven't seen that much desperation.
wow, i got 90 views and not a single post from anyone else... i'm sure that at least one person has another story.
Seeing as this isn't female desperation, I doubt it belongs here.
It does have female desperation in it, so it does belong here. However, it's such a garbled mess that I doubt many people would be interested in reading it. I would suggest that you break up that wall of text and use better grammar than you have.
i'm sorry i'm just not that good at telling stories. although i don't really have that many stories to tell. i was just hoping someone might also have a story.
Aha, yes, re-reading it a third time made me spot the FD... Although I'm still having trouble making any sorts of mental images about it.
I got a few. Mostly thanks to one girlfriend I had who was extremely accident prone. It's been a while, so now I have to remember.
The only one that comes to mind right now that is 'desperation' as in "completely unintentional" was one time when we were going back to my place. I don't recall where we were coming back from, or even how old I was at the time (probably around 18-19 though). I do remember it was later in the day, maybe early evening.
Anyway, she was driving and I was sitting in the passenger seat. I knew she had to go, as I (like everyone else here) am pretty much always watching for those signs. Having been through some interesting events with that girl, I could easily tell when she had to go, and about how badly it was. Like I said before, she was very accident prone. Her control was not good. Usually, once she realized she had to go it was only a short matter of time before she would lose it. I don't know if she just had a small bladder or what, but that was the case. As such, there wasn't much classic desperation.
So, as she drove I watched her for obvious signs. I might've even asked her if she had to go, but I can't remember. Well, we were able to get home without incident, but no sooner had she parked the car, her desperation grew in intensity. It was that last, final warning her bladder often gave her. I saw it happen a lot of times. She would be relatively composed, and then all of a sudden get this intense urge to go. Usually it was only a matter of seconds from there, and that day was no different. She started breathing heavily, grabbed the steering wheel and tightly closed her eyes, but it was already too late. A moment later she was just sitting silent, looking sad and defeated. Of course, I played the hero at that point and comforted her, escorted her up to my place, and helped her get cleaned up. However, that stuff is a whole other story :icon_twisted: