Wednesday, April 8, 2009

The Human Stain

I was on my second date with a guy I really liked. We had a wonderful dinner at a nice hotel and then moved to the nearby lounge for drinks afterward. I was sitting on a white couch and it was pretty warm outside this particular evening. After a few moments I looked down and realized that there was some sort of orange stain on the couch. Then it occurred to me that I was actually the cause of this. I had gotten a spray tan in preparation of the date, but now I was basically sweating it all off right onto the pure white couch. My date nicknamed me “Oompa Loompa” that night and I thought I was going to die of embarrassment. Luckily he didn’t mind too much because we are still together three years later. 



  1. Ew! Don't you oompas realize how silly you look with your orange tans?

  2. Great site. I actually have some relatives who have gone through that experience. I never have personally (i'm a guy, though these days that doesn't seem to matter, unfortunately). Keep up the great posts.

    Brian Thomas Clark

  3. Why not just spend a little time in the sun?

  4. This phenomenon is also discussed, here: