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October 29, 2001
I nearly lost my lunch. Standing at the edge of the 30-meter platform. The height was dizzying. Without a hand on the railing, I felt unbalanced and was afraid of falling off. The women stood below, anticipating my jump. Privately, my ego wouldn’t allow anything but a swift and confident leap. It wasn’t that easy.

Coach asked when was the last time I was that scared?

Losing my virginity? Learning to drive? My thesis defense? Probably all of these rate higher, but none so humiliating. I surfaced in the diving well with an incredible wedgie. Speedo way up my butt-crack.