23 year old me failed to lose my virginity to a plump 35 year old prostitute in a Mexican border city after she accosted me on the street while leaving a ladies' bar, and I drunkenly decided to take her back to my room. Zero arousal, "no me quieres?" Still had to pay her 300 pesos (16 USD) for her "time".
Yeah it's cringe. So fricking what? The cringier the better.
lol you seriously think that's cringe? get on my level homosexual, I tried fricking a mexican prostitute in a "mexican border city," at 20, failed to stay hard, and she kept the 80 bucks I gave her. Not even in my top 50 cringe compilation. I went back and banged fat ass street girls for 20 bucks after and actually started cumming.
I don't even want to share my cringe memories here, they are too cringey. I am the cringe king. Once I shared my most cringe story here and I got like 20 replies, half of them calling me a shitty person who should kms. I am cringe incarnate.
>Once I shared my most cringe story here and I got like 20 replies, half of them calling me a shitty person who should kms. I am cringe incarnate.
Are you that guy who claimed to have lived in a Cambodian hostel for six months, got bullied by a Canadian/Australian (the nationality seems to change with each iteration), and paid a local gang to beat him up? Depending on the version, the story either ended with his phone getting stolen, or drugs getting planted in his backpack & him getting arrested.
The only thing I don't like about the story is the inconsistency.
Please share Mr King... we are your loyal cringe subjects.
please post, im half white btw
Don't feel like typing out my number 1 cringe moment, but I can share a top 10 moment. Once a buddy and I were doing karaoke. We got invited into the room of some really cool japanese dudes. I started screaming nirvana tracks they didn't know and speaking to them in Japanese. They were getting less and less interested in us and eventually I asked if they wanted to do "nanpa" and they finally awkwardly left. You had to have been there but man did they seem disappointed in us. I wasn't well groomed by any stretch of the imagination either, imagine an ugly balding white guy asking you if you want to do nanpa.
I'm telling you guys, I'm cringe, and it gets considerably worse than that. I'd like to think I've grown since then but I kinda feel like I really haven't.
Eh, not cringe. They were just boring. I don't know any nirvana and I would have stood up screaming those subtitled lyrics with my heart on my sleeve. I can understand why you said nanpa because you thought it was a meme word, people have the same issues with english... I had moronic Italians asking if we do disco every week in the US. Sounds obsurd but thats the only American thing they know. Let those japs out of your memories. In fact, kamikaze them out into the deep blue sea my homie
Sorry, left out the actual cringe part.
Her not-recently-shaved pubes scraped on my flaccid wiener as she rode me, before she realized it was futile and gave up.
>How do I forget travel cringe memories?
When you recall that there are +7 billion people in the world and you are probably a passing memory. If someone is stuck on about dumb shit you did(barring illegal activites) lol, they must have amazing lives.
>First time traveling outside my country >Go to Cambodia without any knowledge of traveling or the country expecting a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Rainforest Edition) >End up spending the whole month mostly drinking alone in hotel restaurants and rooftops while there are hundreds of other tourists banging cute locals and having fun in their groups basically doing all the adventures I wanted to do >Overheard people taking pity on my multiple times by saying stuff like "Omg I can't be believe he's here by himself" "He looks so lonely" >Group of Canadians eventually invite me to pub street in Siem Riep >Get so excited to have friends that I drink 20+ beers in a few hours and accidentally eat some raw kangaroo >Spend the night in hospital never to hear from them again
Also during this trip I got scammed out of about 1000 USD by paying for stuff I shouldn't have, also got robbed by some crusty bar girls and had to pay to get my wallet back.
The only upside is I got to see Cambodia before all the China money came in and I did get to stay at a locals house and eat some homecooked Khmer food. This was
>go to hooker paradise >don't get hookers
you have no one to blame but yourself. >Overheard people taking pity on my multiple times by saying stuff like "Omg I can't be believe he's here by himself" "He looks so lonely"
That is pretty cringe though, I give you points for that
I mean it's not very clear on how to go about it. >Looking for girls >Assumed I could just find one on the street and take her back to the hotel >Eventually ask a tuk tuk driver to take me to find a girl >Motherfricker takes me to some girly bar an hours drive outside the city >The whole bar immediately swarms around me >Despite speaking perfect English, driver doesn't explain how a girly bar works
(this is my first time in one) >group of 6 girls sit around me smiling asking me to buy them all a drink >buy them all a drink and they all shout "Yay!" >Five minutes pass >"Buy us another drink" >"Yay!" >Realize how much money I'm spending and decide to leave >They steal my wallet as I'm getting in the tuk tuk to leave
Have you heard of this thing called google. If you had literally looked up "sex guide cambodia" you wouldn't have been scammed. You're not really cringe anon, just kinda dumb. Which might be preferable, honestly. Also blacking out with the canadians sounds fricking awesome
I mean it's not very clear on how to go about it. >Looking for girls >Assumed I could just find one on the street and take her back to the hotel >Eventually ask a tuk tuk driver to take me to find a girl >Motherfricker takes me to some girly bar an hours drive outside the city >The whole bar immediately swarms around me >Despite speaking perfect English, driver doesn't explain how a girly bar works
(this is my first time in one) >group of 6 girls sit around me smiling asking me to buy them all a drink >buy them all a drink and they all shout "Yay!" >Five minutes pass >"Buy us another drink" >"Yay!" >Realize how much money I'm spending and decide to leave >They steal my wallet as I'm getting in the tuk tuk to leave
jesus christ I shouldn't have opened this thread, I can't handle weapons-grade cringe like this
You don't forget anything. You just make so many new memories those old cringe ones get pushed back or just become funny.
End of day it's part of your backstory and only cringgey because you've grown as a person..
I still cringe over things I did when I was 9 years old. Even though it's perfectly excusable, the cringe never truly goes away. Others may forgive me, even God may forgive me, but I can't forgive myself.
>first solo overseas trip to Japan >date a few cuties in Tokyo >one was laughing and enjoying all afternoon together >help her get some food for her mum before ending the date >holds my end and reluctantly lets go while giving me the frick me eyes >next day I went to Osaka and bought her some gifts from the HP gift shop at Universal studios >try to meet up when I'm back in Tokyo but she says she's busy >convince her to give me her work address so I can send the gifts to her >go to a local post office and get a nice lady to translate the address to Japanese >I also put a note in the box expressing my feelings for her (lmao) >she gets the gift and sends me a photo of the contents >note clearly missing >proceeds to ghost me forever
She was incredibly cute but man every Japanese woman is immature as frick. Ah well.
>a note expressing my feelings for there >she gets the gift and sends me a photo of the contents >note clearly missing
Yeah that's up there on the cringe scale, sorry anon. I still think I'm a bit cringier but you still beat the cambodia by a long shot.
Here's mine: >18 years old, high school europe trip with gf and about 30 classmates >go to Moulin Rouge in Paris for dinner and a show and order glass after glass of champagne, have never been drunk before >go to pee, realize I have double vision and have drunk myself into the next dimension >group heads outside, I follow them and begin endlessly vomiting into a sidewalk trashcan right in front of crowds of people >gf is trying to help me, random men are saying things like "ditch the loser," "get yourself a real man," etc. >we go to McDonald's for ice cream >I stumble into bathroom, a black guy shapes his hand into a gun and puts it against my head and says "boom" >too drunk to pay attention to him, just keep peeing >we leave and hail a cab, four of us crammed in back seat >as he's driving us back I get sick and cab driver shouts NON NON NON NON thinking I'll hurl inside but I roll down the window and hang my torso out far enough to spare his taxi, vomiting as we speed down the road >get back to hotel, have no memory from here on out because I blacked out but I am told that I began shouting at roommates and gf as I vomited for hours more (I'm really chill, have never shouted at anyone) >wake up next morning hung over beyond comprehension >we all take bus to Louvre >as group is walking in I tell them I'll meet them inside >walk to nearest park bench, vomit, and lay down for a moment >open my eyes, it's the evening, I've been sleeping on the bench all day >miraculously haven't been robbed, find way back to hotel
This was 20 years ago, still hasn't been topped. I couldn't even look at champagne without wretching for over a decade.
my secret is zofran
it not only makes you incapable of puking, it also makes you feel drunk faster so you stop drinking before the puke train leaves irreversibly for vomit station
>first solo overseas trip to Japan >date a few cuties in Tokyo >one was laughing and enjoying all afternoon together >help her get some food for her mum before ending the date >holds my end and reluctantly lets go while giving me the frick me eyes >next day I went to Osaka and bought her some gifts from the HP gift shop at Universal studios >try to meet up when I'm back in Tokyo but she says she's busy >convince her to give me her work address so I can send the gifts to her >go to a local post office and get a nice lady to translate the address to Japanese >I also put a note in the box expressing my feelings for her (lmao) >she gets the gift and sends me a photo of the contents >note clearly missing >proceeds to ghost me forever
She was incredibly cute but man every Japanese woman is immature as frick. Ah well.
I mean it's not very clear on how to go about it. >Looking for girls >Assumed I could just find one on the street and take her back to the hotel >Eventually ask a tuk tuk driver to take me to find a girl >Motherfricker takes me to some girly bar an hours drive outside the city >The whole bar immediately swarms around me >Despite speaking perfect English, driver doesn't explain how a girly bar works
(this is my first time in one) >group of 6 girls sit around me smiling asking me to buy them all a drink >buy them all a drink and they all shout "Yay!" >Five minutes pass >"Buy us another drink" >"Yay!" >Realize how much money I'm spending and decide to leave >They steal my wallet as I'm getting in the tuk tuk to leave
>First time traveling outside my country >Go to Cambodia without any knowledge of traveling or the country expecting a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Rainforest Edition) >End up spending the whole month mostly drinking alone in hotel restaurants and rooftops while there are hundreds of other tourists banging cute locals and having fun in their groups basically doing all the adventures I wanted to do >Overheard people taking pity on my multiple times by saying stuff like "Omg I can't be believe he's here by himself" "He looks so lonely" >Group of Canadians eventually invite me to pub street in Siem Riep >Get so excited to have friends that I drink 20+ beers in a few hours and accidentally eat some raw kangaroo >Spend the night in hospital never to hear from them again
Also during this trip I got scammed out of about 1000 USD by paying for stuff I shouldn't have, also got robbed by some crusty bar girls and had to pay to get my wallet back.
The only upside is I got to see Cambodia before all the China money came in and I did get to stay at a locals house and eat some homecooked Khmer food. This was
Damn your cringe stories are pretty soft. Even you Mr King. I couldn't share my stories,even anonymous on the internet, by fear of the unlikely event that someone might recognize me. But believe me comparing to you it's next level.
I did the fail sex with a prostitute, the drunk vomit everywhere, I don't even consider this cringe, if that gives you an idea.
Alright alright I can kick it up a notch. I once told a japanese-american individual at a language meetup that I lost my virginity at a soapland. His reaction was rather uninteresting but the memory haunts me still.
A common theme I notice with some of these stories is there tends to be a lot of standing around alone and sulking. Don't these people have plans outside of cooming in case they don't find anyone? Places to see, things to try?
>go to iceland with family, grandparents/uncles/aunts/cousins/siblings, grandparents are getting old and they want one trip that all of us can experience >brother invites me to go to a nearby bar >brother is 6'5" and skinny >i'm 5'9" and overweight >together we're like Jay and Silent Bob; Kenan and Kel; David Spade and Chris Farley >walk up a flight of stairs to 2nd floor of a 80s bar >bartender is immediately friendly with brother, smiling and talking to him and asking him questions >brother explains we're brothers, on vacation with family, etc. >i ask him some questions and he just frowns, gives 1 word responses, then turns back to my brother and is friendly again >it's only us in the bar but it's early in the night >turns out hes the owner and is only like 25 years old >asks what we want and that he hopes it isn't anything complicated because he just walked up the stairs >i don't drink very often and have no idea what to get >brother gets a whisky sour >frick i hate sour shit >can't think of anything >see a board with names and prices of drinks on it, see one I recognize >uhh can I get a mojito >bartender looks pissed and walks downstairs to get the ingredients >comes back and makes the drink and slides it to me >he just doesn't interact with me anymore >just him and my brother having a conversation while i sit there like a 3rd wheel moron >i try to bring stuff up and every time he brushes it off and immediately talks to my brother instead >brother detects the weird vibe and we decide to leave >the board on the wall shows the mojito price is 1200 or something so I put down 1500 >bartender comes over and counts my money and tells me the price is 1800 >don't want to get into an argument so i put down 2000 and leave
holy shit i'm such a fricking loser, i need to be more loud, just call out whenever someone is acting weird and ask why they're acting like that, or at least question why the price is higher than what's on the board. grow a fricking backbone AHHH
People used to do this to me all the time and I fricking hated it ,It took me until 26 when I realized this is a thing wannabe chads learn to do off youtube videos as some mind trick of importance. Now I don't even bother saying anything and just palm punch them in the arm and when they turn around and look in horror I say something like
>"Bro I was just getting the BEST part of the story you have to listen!"
And then tell a really long shitty story while they kind of just stare at me in fear and shock. Sometimes I will give them quizzes on my story to make sure they are paying attention
>"Anyway so my cousin...you remember his name right!?"
You just seem like a friendly person and that bartender was a c**t, you didn't do anything wrong here. Bartenders apparently get mad when people order Mojitos too since they're hard to make, although I'm not sure why these dickheads even have them on the menu. Bartenders in general are total pieces of garbage to anyone that's not a hot girl, a rich old man, or chad. They can get sex from girls, girls from chad, and money from old men, but nothing from dudes so they usually don't serve younger men who don't bring any girls for them to hit on. Never been to a bar where I was served that wasn't empty. If it's not empty, then I'm consistently ignored.
So yeah, don't feel like you fricked up or did anything cringe, you were fat and undesirable to the bartender and he didn't have anything to gain from you so he wanted you out, and that's how bartenders are. Honestly think we should just genocide bartenders at this point.
>Bartenders apparently get mad when people order Mojitos too since they're hard to make
nta but damn, I didn't know that. If you really want to piss off a bartender for keks, you should order a Ramos Gin Fizz. That is supposed to be THE most difficult wienertail to make.
But Mojitos being difficult adds a new perspective to my travel experience. >there is a Cuban restaurant in Prague with a rotating happy hour >99kc per drink during set hours, with a different drink each day >it was Mojitos one day; ended up having like five of them >then it was Daiquiris the next day >they had five different flavors; tried four of them
I must've pissed off at least two bartenders that week. Or maybe they had an easier way of making them, since they're offering such difficult drinks as part of their happy hour menu.
This really isn't a big deal at all. Bartenders and drug dealers are buttholes, that's a general rule. IIRC, I've only met two friendly bartenders in all my travels, one at the only pulqueria in Chihuahua, Mexico. June 2017. He not only welcomed me warmly in English, but even comped my first drink as I had never tried pulque before. The other was a kid working a dive bar in Guaymas, Mexico. January 2023. He wanted to practice his English, and we became friends for a while. I even dirty danced with his mom one night when we went out together.
Cambodia guy here, glad someone enjoyed my cringe. What's fricked up all the dumb shit I did there are my strongest memories, here's some other shit I did but never remember until I start telling someone about the cringe.
>Visited the killing fields, prison and Ankor Wat >Ate a fair bit of local food >Shot an AK47 (Not American) >Got invited to a KTV restaurant way outside of the city where I drank and ate with a lot of cool locals. >Told a tuk tuk driver it was my birthday and he took me to basically an abandoned dark warehouse where there was a live band, cute girls serving baskets of beer, and lots of fun people to drink with. The band even sang happy birthday for me. >Met and drank with a group of female 40+ year old fempats that all had super young Cambodian boyfriends which I found hilarious >Went to a full on Somali Tier village and talked to the young kids there that wanted to yarn in English >Although the drinking alone at the hotel was weird and kinda sad, I really did enjoy drinking black label alone on the hotel roof watching the view >Met the obligatory coffee drinking German solo traveler chilling in the middle of nowhere >Got to hang out in slums so poor that they put Brazilian favelas to shame >Ate a traditional rural homecooked dinner with a random family I met.
Still feels like a failure of a trip considering the amount of stuff I could do with the knowledge I had now and the youth I had back then.
>Still feels like a failure of a trip considering the amount of stuff I could do with the knowledge I had now and the youth I had back then.
Tell me about it. I sometimes imagine the fun I could've had if I went to a sex-trip to Thailand with my 30+ year old knowledge and confidence but in a 20-year old body. Back then when I went there as a virgin 20-year old I fumbled through the entire process, was afraid to approach hookers, was afraid to ask the hookers for the types of sex I really wanted, and fell in love with the first non-hooker girl that smiled back at me. Jesus christ what a mess it was, enjoyable, but a mess. These days I could've really gotten my fantasies to come through, but alas I'm now a married family man (which is better overall, but not in every way of course).
sounds like a cool trip anon, don't get so hang up on the shit you think is bad ( but really doesn't seem like it to me at least ) - you'll forget great memories like these
>my first solo travel >be in New Zealand >go to some party alone, get fricked up quite a lot >on way back to hostel visit mcdonalds, get like two burgers >blackout after that, dont remember anything >wake up sitting in front of the toilet vomiting over myself, on my pants >go to shower, wash myself, go to sleep >wakeup in the morning, hangover as frick, realizing I am missing my watches >go to toilet, still a mess, vomit everywhere >see my watch in the vomit >take it out, wash it and just leave hostel for the whole day >hear cleaning lady on my way out yelling something >ashamed as frick
I had a couple of those situations where I blacked out after that - once I drank like half a litre of rum, then couple of beers and then me and my friends had a great idea to go to nearest city and visit a club there. Then I did an MDMA and few minutes after I have total blackout and I come to my senses like 4-5 hours later in the morning walking by foot on my way home (like 12 km to my home). Totally hangover. Never knew what I did, never asked my friends and I dont want to know actually.
Fast forward two years, I am now completely sober from alcohol since early January and I honestly dont miss the drinking and getting fricked up. I do occasionally other drugs, but not alcohol and I actually have a lot of regrets I drank like moron for 13 years.
Another Mexico story... Xalapa, Veracruz. >no success finding weed on the street >ask hostel staffer here I can buy weed >he gives me the # of his neighbor >I call the dude, he gives me his address and invites me over >he's a white Mexican, medical student studying neurology, speaks good English >drive across the city and stop by, dinner is just wrapping up, the homeowners give me a plate of tasty leftovers and a glass of beer >friends start arriving, it's gonna be a house party >I am the star for a bit, everyone is trying out their English and being super friendly, we are all drinking beer and having fun >eventually we go out onto the balcony and roll a joint, smoke it >potent indoor-grown sativa, everyone reverts to Spanish, lots of laughter, everything's chill >the weed seller arrives with a huge boa constrictor hanging from his shoulders, he is mostly indio and does not like me from the start >his dislike of me begins to infect everyone's vibes >I get extremely thirsty, but forgot to bring any water >they tell me I can drink more beer if I am thirsty, nobody drinks water at parties >I insist that I am feeling very dehydrated, they get exasperated and finally let me have a cup of purified water >snek chills on my shoulders while girls fawn over the weed dealer, he is good-looking and extremely arrogant >midnight passes, we are all getting seriously loopy from the strong weed and alcohol >my "friend" turns on me, begins referring to me in insulting terms to his friends, ignoring me outright >I ask again to buy some weed, they agree and escort me down to the entrance, where I wait for nearly half an hour while the party continues upstairs >the baggie is nicely packaged, but half of what I was promised, only about 2 grams >I tell my "friend" that the package does not look like 5 grams >he translates it to the effect of "this fricking fool thinks your weed is garbage"
cont. >weed dealer becomes enraged, shoves me forcefully backwards without a word >I collide with a wall, begin walking backwards to the door, each giving the other a vicious stare >my "friend" opens the door without a word, the weed dealer gives me an epic shove >I am somewhat prepared this time, arm collides with the doorframe, back in the street, door slams >It's 1 AM, streets are empty, I begin driving back to my room past a police substation >cop car pulls out behind me with lights flashing >escorts me all the way home >I never speak of what happened to anyone in Xalapa.
Cringe thread? I had a hooker run out on me in Thailand mid sex. She was going on about how she "liked to be fricked hard", and I responded by pretty much gently making love to her, kissing and all (I was a love-starved incel and that's how I liked to do it back then), which creeped her out and she just got up and left mid penetration.
>climbing up massive hill in asian with lots of stairs >asian girl wearing a dress and heels >I make a comment like "You decided to wear heels here? Bad idea." as I stride past her resting, ruining her day even more XD
>need to get something from my hotel room >girl I'm with follows me to my room after checking in with the front desk >get to room, she sits on the bed as I get the thing I needed >ask her if she wants to hang out in my room longer >she replies with neither yes or no >I sit beside her on the bed not really knowing what to say XD >I try kissing her, but it's really awkward and I felt rapey cus she didn't reciprocate much >I stand up and say let's go out >go for a beach walk, get drinks, say goodbye >never hear from her again until I leave the country
>jet lagged and asocial 18yo >friend introduces me to his cousin >cousin: hey, I'm Cousin, nice to meet you. >I don't even say anything just walk with them out of the hotel XD
What are you talking about? A foreign environment is the perfect place to be cringy. You have a blank slate to test your conduct and figure out what's right and what's wrong. If you frick up too hard, it's just a foreign country, they'll never see you again.
It's better than doing it where you live, because people actually recognize you.
You need to replace them with based ones. For every sperg and cuck out I have x2 positive memories, so they don’t bother me. Same principle applies to everything in life.
It's not incredibly cringe, but it's something I think of to this day.
>Taiwan, 2017 >it's raining heavily like a motherfricker >don't have an umbrella >run into a shop >I'm in a hurry for some reason, can't remember why >see a bunch of umbrellas for sale >can't read any Chinese writing >the only thing I can understand is the number 100, which is written in standard/Arabic numerals >see an old guy pop out of nowhere >ask him in deliberately stunted English, "Umbrella one-hundred?" >he nods >hand him a $100 TWD coin, grab an umbrella, and run off
Now to the cringe part >I never actually confirmed if that old man worked at the shop; he could've been another customer >this was a full-size umbrella with a telescopic hard cover (pic related) >I paid $100 TWD (about $3 USD), which seems too cheap for that type of umbrella
I can't help but feel that I may have unwittingly stolen an umbrella in the worst case, or didn't fully understand the situation and underpaid for a brand new umbrella.
>be in New York city >decide I'm going to talk in a French accent and tell everyone I'm from France >go as far as speaking a little slowly and pretending I dont know certain English words >lots of people buy it and think I'm interesting >waiting in line at a restaurant >see a giant fricking rat crawl out of a crack in the sidewalk >I have to share this moment with someone >tap some strangers on the shoulder to show them the rat >the rat disappeared and these strangers waiting in line with me have no clue what I'm talking about >they then start talking to me in a French accent >oh shit, they're actully French >still pretending like I'm bad at English >they start talking to me in French >I dont know what the frick they're saying >they ask where I'm from in English >say Italy, in a French accent >(good save!) >they can tell something is wrong, and probably think I'm a crazy person or a scammer or that I'm some butthole mocking their accent >waiting in line, so I cant just say au revoir and walk away >we both try to awkwardly ignore each other while waiting to get into the restaurant >c'est la vie
If you had more time, I think you could've finessed your way out of it. If in doubt, say that you're Israeli. Israelis are frequently mistaken for other cultures.
>worked at a toy store owned by an Israeli guy with a thick accent >customers are always getting his nationality wrong when asking about him >"Hey, I spoke with this Russian guy yesterday, is he in?" >he has been mistaken for Russian, French, Croatian, Czech, Bulgarian, and Serbian >he only speaks Hebrew and English
haha I actually did something similar in Japan, I was in a foreigner friendly bar during Germany-Japan world cup match and pretended to be German with an American guy.
Japan won and I went to the hotel soon after enraged.
>be me age 23 >go to vegas with two smoking hot 18 year old chicks who have fake IDs >I've only been friends with them for a month, met them at college >We're downtown on the strip the first night >We get turned away from a club at the door by a bouncer who won't accept the fake ID's >End up in a trashy Karaoke bar >The girls start pounding straight Jack from a bottle >They get fricking wasted >They stumble down the hallway and into the bathroom >I can hear them projectile vomiting while I stand outside >Two random black chicks come running out of the bathroom "You with those girls? One of them is passed out on the floor" >Security shows up a minute later >The one chick is out cold. >They bring up a wheelchair for her >They wheel her out of the casino while I help the other chick from falling over >We take a taxi back to our hotel >They're both awake, but barely >We get out at the hotel and they both lay down in the bushes and refuse to go inside >I'm eventually able to get them up and inside the room >They both reek of vomit and jack >They have puke on their clothes >I spend all night babysitting and getting them water >The next day, neither of the girls has any memory of the night before
23 year old me failed to lose my virginity to a plump 35 year old prostitute in a Mexican border city after she accosted me on the street while leaving a ladies' bar, and I drunkenly decided to take her back to my room. Zero arousal, "no me quieres?" Still had to pay her 300 pesos (16 USD) for her "time".
Yeah it's cringe. So fricking what? The cringier the better.
pretty based mexico story tbh. pretty much exactly what id expect
lol you seriously think that's cringe? get on my level homosexual, I tried fricking a mexican prostitute in a "mexican border city," at 20, failed to stay hard, and she kept the 80 bucks I gave her. Not even in my top 50 cringe compilation. I went back and banged fat ass street girls for 20 bucks after and actually started cumming.
I don't even want to share my cringe memories here, they are too cringey. I am the cringe king. Once I shared my most cringe story here and I got like 20 replies, half of them calling me a shitty person who should kms. I am cringe incarnate.
Please share Mr King... we are your loyal cringe subjects.
please post, im half white btw
>Once I shared my most cringe story here and I got like 20 replies, half of them calling me a shitty person who should kms. I am cringe incarnate.
Are you that guy who claimed to have lived in a Cambodian hostel for six months, got bullied by a Canadian/Australian (the nationality seems to change with each iteration), and paid a local gang to beat him up? Depending on the version, the story either ended with his phone getting stolen, or drugs getting planted in his backpack & him getting arrested.
The only thing I don't like about the story is the inconsistency.
No, thank god I'm not that cringe.
Don't feel like typing out my number 1 cringe moment, but I can share a top 10 moment. Once a buddy and I were doing karaoke. We got invited into the room of some really cool japanese dudes. I started screaming nirvana tracks they didn't know and speaking to them in Japanese. They were getting less and less interested in us and eventually I asked if they wanted to do "nanpa" and they finally awkwardly left. You had to have been there but man did they seem disappointed in us. I wasn't well groomed by any stretch of the imagination either, imagine an ugly balding white guy asking you if you want to do nanpa.
I'm telling you guys, I'm cringe, and it gets considerably worse than that. I'd like to think I've grown since then but I kinda feel like I really haven't.
How boring. Are you gay?
It was cringe but you had to have been there.
Eh, not cringe. They were just boring. I don't know any nirvana and I would have stood up screaming those subtitled lyrics with my heart on my sleeve. I can understand why you said nanpa because you thought it was a meme word, people have the same issues with english... I had moronic Italians asking if we do disco every week in the US. Sounds obsurd but thats the only American thing they know. Let those japs out of your memories. In fact, kamikaze them out into the deep blue sea my homie
Sorry, left out the actual cringe part.
Her not-recently-shaved pubes scraped on my flaccid wiener as she rode me, before she realized it was futile and gave up.
>23 year old shacking up with a plump 35 year old [mexican] prostitute
I can only become so erect...
better question: how do you even remember what you did when you were traveling? i cant ever remember shit. its like a pocket dimension
>How do I forget travel cringe memories?
When you recall that there are +7 billion people in the world and you are probably a passing memory. If someone is stuck on about dumb shit you did(barring illegal activites) lol, they must have amazing lives.
I always remember cringe shit randos do. Amuses me.
okay weirdo
>First time traveling outside my country
>Go to Cambodia without any knowledge of traveling or the country expecting a Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (Rainforest Edition)
>End up spending the whole month mostly drinking alone in hotel restaurants and rooftops while there are hundreds of other tourists banging cute locals and having fun in their groups basically doing all the adventures I wanted to do
>Overheard people taking pity on my multiple times by saying stuff like "Omg I can't be believe he's here by himself" "He looks so lonely"
>Group of Canadians eventually invite me to pub street in Siem Riep
>Get so excited to have friends that I drink 20+ beers in a few hours and accidentally eat some raw kangaroo
>Spend the night in hospital never to hear from them again
Also during this trip I got scammed out of about 1000 USD by paying for stuff I shouldn't have, also got robbed by some crusty bar girls and had to pay to get my wallet back.
The only upside is I got to see Cambodia before all the China money came in and I did get to stay at a locals house and eat some homecooked Khmer food. This was
>go to hooker paradise
>don't get hookers
you have no one to blame but yourself.
>Overheard people taking pity on my multiple times by saying stuff like "Omg I can't be believe he's here by himself" "He looks so lonely"
That is pretty cringe though, I give you points for that
I mean it's not very clear on how to go about it.
>Looking for girls
>Assumed I could just find one on the street and take her back to the hotel
>Eventually ask a tuk tuk driver to take me to find a girl
>Motherfricker takes me to some girly bar an hours drive outside the city
>The whole bar immediately swarms around me
>Despite speaking perfect English, driver doesn't explain how a girly bar works
(this is my first time in one)
>group of 6 girls sit around me smiling asking me to buy them all a drink
>buy them all a drink and they all shout "Yay!"
>Five minutes pass
>"Buy us another drink"
>"Yay!"
>Realize how much money I'm spending and decide to leave
>They steal my wallet as I'm getting in the tuk tuk to leave
Have you heard of this thing called google. If you had literally looked up "sex guide cambodia" you wouldn't have been scammed. You're not really cringe anon, just kinda dumb. Which might be preferable, honestly. Also blacking out with the canadians sounds fricking awesome
jesus christ I shouldn't have opened this thread, I can't handle weapons-grade cringe like this
yep
certified cringe
You don't forget anything. You just make so many new memories those old cringe ones get pushed back or just become funny.
End of day it's part of your backstory and only cringgey because you've grown as a person..
I still cringe over things I did when I was 9 years old. Even though it's perfectly excusable, the cringe never truly goes away. Others may forgive me, even God may forgive me, but I can't forgive myself.
>first solo overseas trip to Japan
>date a few cuties in Tokyo
>one was laughing and enjoying all afternoon together
>help her get some food for her mum before ending the date
>holds my end and reluctantly lets go while giving me the frick me eyes
>next day I went to Osaka and bought her some gifts from the HP gift shop at Universal studios
>try to meet up when I'm back in Tokyo but she says she's busy
>convince her to give me her work address so I can send the gifts to her
>go to a local post office and get a nice lady to translate the address to Japanese
>I also put a note in the box expressing my feelings for her (lmao)
>she gets the gift and sends me a photo of the contents
>note clearly missing
>proceeds to ghost me forever
She was incredibly cute but man every Japanese woman is immature as frick. Ah well.
>a note expressing my feelings for there
>she gets the gift and sends me a photo of the contents
>note clearly missing
Yeah that's up there on the cringe scale, sorry anon. I still think I'm a bit cringier but you still beat the cambodia by a long shot.
Yeah I was stupid but I genuinely thought she was keen too.
I don't get it, the note never made it, or the note was so cringe she pretended it never existed?
I included it so I think she intentionally kept it out of the photo
The latter
Here's mine:
>18 years old, high school europe trip with gf and about 30 classmates
>go to Moulin Rouge in Paris for dinner and a show and order glass after glass of champagne, have never been drunk before
>go to pee, realize I have double vision and have drunk myself into the next dimension
>group heads outside, I follow them and begin endlessly vomiting into a sidewalk trashcan right in front of crowds of people
>gf is trying to help me, random men are saying things like "ditch the loser," "get yourself a real man," etc.
>we go to McDonald's for ice cream
>I stumble into bathroom, a black guy shapes his hand into a gun and puts it against my head and says "boom"
>too drunk to pay attention to him, just keep peeing
>we leave and hail a cab, four of us crammed in back seat
>as he's driving us back I get sick and cab driver shouts NON NON NON NON thinking I'll hurl inside but I roll down the window and hang my torso out far enough to spare his taxi, vomiting as we speed down the road
>get back to hotel, have no memory from here on out because I blacked out but I am told that I began shouting at roommates and gf as I vomited for hours more (I'm really chill, have never shouted at anyone)
>wake up next morning hung over beyond comprehension
>we all take bus to Louvre
>as group is walking in I tell them I'll meet them inside
>walk to nearest park bench, vomit, and lay down for a moment
>open my eyes, it's the evening, I've been sleeping on the bench all day
>miraculously haven't been robbed, find way back to hotel
This was 20 years ago, still hasn't been topped. I couldn't even look at champagne without wretching for over a decade.
my secret is zofran
it not only makes you incapable of puking, it also makes you feel drunk faster so you stop drinking before the puke train leaves irreversibly for vomit station
Damn your cringe stories are pretty soft. Even you Mr King. I couldn't share my stories,even anonymous on the internet, by fear of the unlikely event that someone might recognize me. But believe me comparing to you it's next level.
I did the fail sex with a prostitute, the drunk vomit everywhere, I don't even consider this cringe, if that gives you an idea.
Please do it for SighSee. Just omit some certain details or change the names of the countries.
Alright alright I can kick it up a notch. I once told a japanese-american individual at a language meetup that I lost my virginity at a soapland. His reaction was rather uninteresting but the memory haunts me still.
A common theme I notice with some of these stories is there tends to be a lot of standing around alone and sulking. Don't these people have plans outside of cooming in case they don't find anyone? Places to see, things to try?
>go to iceland with family, grandparents/uncles/aunts/cousins/siblings, grandparents are getting old and they want one trip that all of us can experience
>brother invites me to go to a nearby bar
>brother is 6'5" and skinny
>i'm 5'9" and overweight
>together we're like Jay and Silent Bob; Kenan and Kel; David Spade and Chris Farley
>walk up a flight of stairs to 2nd floor of a 80s bar
>bartender is immediately friendly with brother, smiling and talking to him and asking him questions
>brother explains we're brothers, on vacation with family, etc.
>i ask him some questions and he just frowns, gives 1 word responses, then turns back to my brother and is friendly again
>it's only us in the bar but it's early in the night
>turns out hes the owner and is only like 25 years old
>asks what we want and that he hopes it isn't anything complicated because he just walked up the stairs
>i don't drink very often and have no idea what to get
>brother gets a whisky sour
>frick i hate sour shit
>can't think of anything
>see a board with names and prices of drinks on it, see one I recognize
>uhh can I get a mojito
>bartender looks pissed and walks downstairs to get the ingredients
>comes back and makes the drink and slides it to me
>he just doesn't interact with me anymore
>just him and my brother having a conversation while i sit there like a 3rd wheel moron
>i try to bring stuff up and every time he brushes it off and immediately talks to my brother instead
>brother detects the weird vibe and we decide to leave
>the board on the wall shows the mojito price is 1200 or something so I put down 1500
>bartender comes over and counts my money and tells me the price is 1800
>don't want to get into an argument so i put down 2000 and leave
holy shit i'm such a fricking loser, i need to be more loud, just call out whenever someone is acting weird and ask why they're acting like that, or at least question why the price is higher than what's on the board. grow a fricking backbone AHHH
Typical nordic social autism, best to ignore it, most of them are like that
People used to do this to me all the time and I fricking hated it ,It took me until 26 when I realized this is a thing wannabe chads learn to do off youtube videos as some mind trick of importance. Now I don't even bother saying anything and just palm punch them in the arm and when they turn around and look in horror I say something like
>"Bro I was just getting the BEST part of the story you have to listen!"
And then tell a really long shitty story while they kind of just stare at me in fear and shock. Sometimes I will give them quizzes on my story to make sure they are paying attention
>"Anyway so my cousin...you remember his name right!?"
Something like that
KEK what the frick. What do you get out of that? They aren't interested in your stories, and if they're shitty, why do you care to recite them?
You just seem like a friendly person and that bartender was a c**t, you didn't do anything wrong here. Bartenders apparently get mad when people order Mojitos too since they're hard to make, although I'm not sure why these dickheads even have them on the menu. Bartenders in general are total pieces of garbage to anyone that's not a hot girl, a rich old man, or chad. They can get sex from girls, girls from chad, and money from old men, but nothing from dudes so they usually don't serve younger men who don't bring any girls for them to hit on. Never been to a bar where I was served that wasn't empty. If it's not empty, then I'm consistently ignored.
So yeah, don't feel like you fricked up or did anything cringe, you were fat and undesirable to the bartender and he didn't have anything to gain from you so he wanted you out, and that's how bartenders are. Honestly think we should just genocide bartenders at this point.
>Bartenders apparently get mad when people order Mojitos too since they're hard to make
nta but damn, I didn't know that. If you really want to piss off a bartender for keks, you should order a Ramos Gin Fizz. That is supposed to be THE most difficult wienertail to make.
But Mojitos being difficult adds a new perspective to my travel experience.
>there is a Cuban restaurant in Prague with a rotating happy hour
>99kc per drink during set hours, with a different drink each day
>it was Mojitos one day; ended up having like five of them
>then it was Daiquiris the next day
>they had five different flavors; tried four of them
I must've pissed off at least two bartenders that week. Or maybe they had an easier way of making them, since they're offering such difficult drinks as part of their happy hour menu.
This really isn't a big deal at all. Bartenders and drug dealers are buttholes, that's a general rule. IIRC, I've only met two friendly bartenders in all my travels, one at the only pulqueria in Chihuahua, Mexico. June 2017. He not only welcomed me warmly in English, but even comped my first drink as I had never tried pulque before. The other was a kid working a dive bar in Guaymas, Mexico. January 2023. He wanted to practice his English, and we became friends for a while. I even dirty danced with his mom one night when we went out together.
>brother gets a whisky sour
>frick i hate sour shit
You have no idea how funny that is. That is something straight from Dumb and Dumber.
Cambodia guy here, glad someone enjoyed my cringe. What's fricked up all the dumb shit I did there are my strongest memories, here's some other shit I did but never remember until I start telling someone about the cringe.
>Visited the killing fields, prison and Ankor Wat
>Ate a fair bit of local food
>Shot an AK47 (Not American)
>Got invited to a KTV restaurant way outside of the city where I drank and ate with a lot of cool locals.
>Told a tuk tuk driver it was my birthday and he took me to basically an abandoned dark warehouse where there was a live band, cute girls serving baskets of beer, and lots of fun people to drink with. The band even sang happy birthday for me.
>Met and drank with a group of female 40+ year old fempats that all had super young Cambodian boyfriends which I found hilarious
>Went to a full on Somali Tier village and talked to the young kids there that wanted to yarn in English
>Although the drinking alone at the hotel was weird and kinda sad, I really did enjoy drinking black label alone on the hotel roof watching the view
>Met the obligatory coffee drinking German solo traveler chilling in the middle of nowhere
>Got to hang out in slums so poor that they put Brazilian favelas to shame
>Ate a traditional rural homecooked dinner with a random family I met.
Still feels like a failure of a trip considering the amount of stuff I could do with the knowledge I had now and the youth I had back then.
Sounds like an awesome trip anon
>Still feels like a failure of a trip considering the amount of stuff I could do with the knowledge I had now and the youth I had back then.
Tell me about it. I sometimes imagine the fun I could've had if I went to a sex-trip to Thailand with my 30+ year old knowledge and confidence but in a 20-year old body. Back then when I went there as a virgin 20-year old I fumbled through the entire process, was afraid to approach hookers, was afraid to ask the hookers for the types of sex I really wanted, and fell in love with the first non-hooker girl that smiled back at me. Jesus christ what a mess it was, enjoyable, but a mess. These days I could've really gotten my fantasies to come through, but alas I'm now a married family man (which is better overall, but not in every way of course).
sounds like a cool trip anon, don't get so hang up on the shit you think is bad ( but really doesn't seem like it to me at least ) - you'll forget great memories like these
>my first solo travel
>be in New Zealand
>go to some party alone, get fricked up quite a lot
>on way back to hostel visit mcdonalds, get like two burgers
>blackout after that, dont remember anything
>wake up sitting in front of the toilet vomiting over myself, on my pants
>go to shower, wash myself, go to sleep
>wakeup in the morning, hangover as frick, realizing I am missing my watches
>go to toilet, still a mess, vomit everywhere
>see my watch in the vomit
>take it out, wash it and just leave hostel for the whole day
>hear cleaning lady on my way out yelling something
>ashamed as frick
I had a couple of those situations where I blacked out after that - once I drank like half a litre of rum, then couple of beers and then me and my friends had a great idea to go to nearest city and visit a club there. Then I did an MDMA and few minutes after I have total blackout and I come to my senses like 4-5 hours later in the morning walking by foot on my way home (like 12 km to my home). Totally hangover. Never knew what I did, never asked my friends and I dont want to know actually.
Fast forward two years, I am now completely sober from alcohol since early January and I honestly dont miss the drinking and getting fricked up. I do occasionally other drugs, but not alcohol and I actually have a lot of regrets I drank like moron for 13 years.
the cringe is important experience. but you need to learn from whatever mistake you made
Another Mexico story... Xalapa, Veracruz.
>no success finding weed on the street
>ask hostel staffer here I can buy weed
>he gives me the # of his neighbor
>I call the dude, he gives me his address and invites me over
>he's a white Mexican, medical student studying neurology, speaks good English
>drive across the city and stop by, dinner is just wrapping up, the homeowners give me a plate of tasty leftovers and a glass of beer
>friends start arriving, it's gonna be a house party
>I am the star for a bit, everyone is trying out their English and being super friendly, we are all drinking beer and having fun
>eventually we go out onto the balcony and roll a joint, smoke it
>potent indoor-grown sativa, everyone reverts to Spanish, lots of laughter, everything's chill
>the weed seller arrives with a huge boa constrictor hanging from his shoulders, he is mostly indio and does not like me from the start
>his dislike of me begins to infect everyone's vibes
>I get extremely thirsty, but forgot to bring any water
>they tell me I can drink more beer if I am thirsty, nobody drinks water at parties
>I insist that I am feeling very dehydrated, they get exasperated and finally let me have a cup of purified water
>snek chills on my shoulders while girls fawn over the weed dealer, he is good-looking and extremely arrogant
>midnight passes, we are all getting seriously loopy from the strong weed and alcohol
>my "friend" turns on me, begins referring to me in insulting terms to his friends, ignoring me outright
>I ask again to buy some weed, they agree and escort me down to the entrance, where I wait for nearly half an hour while the party continues upstairs
>the baggie is nicely packaged, but half of what I was promised, only about 2 grams
>I tell my "friend" that the package does not look like 5 grams
>he translates it to the effect of "this fricking fool thinks your weed is garbage"
cont.
>weed dealer becomes enraged, shoves me forcefully backwards without a word
>I collide with a wall, begin walking backwards to the door, each giving the other a vicious stare
>my "friend" opens the door without a word, the weed dealer gives me an epic shove
>I am somewhat prepared this time, arm collides with the doorframe, back in the street, door slams
>It's 1 AM, streets are empty, I begin driving back to my room past a police substation
>cop car pulls out behind me with lights flashing
>escorts me all the way home
>I never speak of what happened to anyone in Xalapa.
Cringe thread? I had a hooker run out on me in Thailand mid sex. She was going on about how she "liked to be fricked hard", and I responded by pretty much gently making love to her, kissing and all (I was a love-starved incel and that's how I liked to do it back then), which creeped her out and she just got up and left mid penetration.
My travel cringe memories happen when I'm too shitfaced to remember them in the first place.
>climbing up massive hill in asian with lots of stairs
>asian girl wearing a dress and heels
>I make a comment like "You decided to wear heels here? Bad idea." as I stride past her resting, ruining her day even more XD
>need to get something from my hotel room
>girl I'm with follows me to my room after checking in with the front desk
>get to room, she sits on the bed as I get the thing I needed
>ask her if she wants to hang out in my room longer
>she replies with neither yes or no
>I sit beside her on the bed not really knowing what to say XD
>I try kissing her, but it's really awkward and I felt rapey cus she didn't reciprocate much
>I stand up and say let's go out
>go for a beach walk, get drinks, say goodbye
>never hear from her again until I leave the country
>jet lagged and asocial 18yo
>friend introduces me to his cousin
>cousin: hey, I'm Cousin, nice to meet you.
>I don't even say anything just walk with them out of the hotel XD
this thread convinced me not to travel anywhere
what was I even thinking, I'm too cringe to exist in a foreign environment
What are you talking about? A foreign environment is the perfect place to be cringy. You have a blank slate to test your conduct and figure out what's right and what's wrong. If you frick up too hard, it's just a foreign country, they'll never see you again.
It's better than doing it where you live, because people actually recognize you.
You need to replace them with based ones. For every sperg and cuck out I have x2 positive memories, so they don’t bother me. Same principle applies to everything in life.
It's not incredibly cringe, but it's something I think of to this day.
>Taiwan, 2017
>it's raining heavily like a motherfricker
>don't have an umbrella
>run into a shop
>I'm in a hurry for some reason, can't remember why
>see a bunch of umbrellas for sale
>can't read any Chinese writing
>the only thing I can understand is the number 100, which is written in standard/Arabic numerals
>see an old guy pop out of nowhere
>ask him in deliberately stunted English, "Umbrella one-hundred?"
>he nods
>hand him a $100 TWD coin, grab an umbrella, and run off
Now to the cringe part
>I never actually confirmed if that old man worked at the shop; he could've been another customer
>this was a full-size umbrella with a telescopic hard cover (pic related)
>I paid $100 TWD (about $3 USD), which seems too cheap for that type of umbrella
I can't help but feel that I may have unwittingly stolen an umbrella in the worst case, or didn't fully understand the situation and underpaid for a brand new umbrella.
Correction:
>handed him $100 TWD in coins
There is no $100 TWD coin. I probably gave him two $50 coins.
>be in New York city
>decide I'm going to talk in a French accent and tell everyone I'm from France
>go as far as speaking a little slowly and pretending I dont know certain English words
>lots of people buy it and think I'm interesting
>waiting in line at a restaurant
>see a giant fricking rat crawl out of a crack in the sidewalk
>I have to share this moment with someone
>tap some strangers on the shoulder to show them the rat
>the rat disappeared and these strangers waiting in line with me have no clue what I'm talking about
>they then start talking to me in a French accent
>oh shit, they're actully French
>still pretending like I'm bad at English
>they start talking to me in French
>I dont know what the frick they're saying
>they ask where I'm from in English
>say Italy, in a French accent
>(good save!)
>they can tell something is wrong, and probably think I'm a crazy person or a scammer or that I'm some butthole mocking their accent
>waiting in line, so I cant just say au revoir and walk away
>we both try to awkwardly ignore each other while waiting to get into the restaurant
>c'est la vie
If you had more time, I think you could've finessed your way out of it. If in doubt, say that you're Israeli. Israelis are frequently mistaken for other cultures.
>worked at a toy store owned by an Israeli guy with a thick accent
>customers are always getting his nationality wrong when asking about him
>"Hey, I spoke with this Russian guy yesterday, is he in?"
>he has been mistaken for Russian, French, Croatian, Czech, Bulgarian, and Serbian
>he only speaks Hebrew and English
haha I actually did something similar in Japan, I was in a foreigner friendly bar during Germany-Japan world cup match and pretended to be German with an American guy.
Japan won and I went to the hotel soon after enraged.
>be me age 23
>go to vegas with two smoking hot 18 year old chicks who have fake IDs
>I've only been friends with them for a month, met them at college
>We're downtown on the strip the first night
>We get turned away from a club at the door by a bouncer who won't accept the fake ID's
>End up in a trashy Karaoke bar
>The girls start pounding straight Jack from a bottle
>They get fricking wasted
>They stumble down the hallway and into the bathroom
>I can hear them projectile vomiting while I stand outside
>Two random black chicks come running out of the bathroom "You with those girls? One of them is passed out on the floor"
>Security shows up a minute later
>The one chick is out cold.
>They bring up a wheelchair for her
>They wheel her out of the casino while I help the other chick from falling over
>We take a taxi back to our hotel
>They're both awake, but barely
>We get out at the hotel and they both lay down in the bushes and refuse to go inside
>I'm eventually able to get them up and inside the room
>They both reek of vomit and jack
>They have puke on their clothes
>I spend all night babysitting and getting them water
>The next day, neither of the girls has any memory of the night before