The walk from another person(s) house, apartment, condo, dorm, van, bar, park bench or other; to your place of residence
wearing the same clothes you had on the night before.
Typically used when someone leaves the home of a sexual escapade (quite possibly with someone you met the night before) in the morning; hair sticking out in all directions, lines on your face, and missing at least one article of clothing.
In the event that your âWalk of Shameâ did include sex, you may be wearing your partnerâs clothes. If you did not have sex you probably did get into a fight, damaged property, was escorted off someoneâs premises, or in someway embarrassed yourself. In any case you will need to check yourself for injuries.
Still half-drunk, I began the walk of shame to my room, and made a futile attempt to recall all that I had done on Friturday.
the walk across campus in the same clothes as yesterday after you slept with someone and spent the night in their dorm room
Scott: hey man, nice hair – you doin the walk of shame?
Dan: what, me? ah… no… I, um, fell asleep in the library…
n. the course walked home after a night of boozing and fucking. one usually wears either the clothes they went out in (eg. short skirt and heels) or the clothing of the person they slept with (eg.a large white t-shirt)the morning after and everyone notices they have the “I was fucked up last night” look and am now walking home from the guy-I- fucked’s house.
“I don’t remember what his face looked like and I had to do the walk of shame.”
“I don’t remember if the sex was good enough for the walk of shame.”
when you leave someone’s house with the same clothes you had on the night before. usually after a booty call
He did the walk of shame last Friday out my house.
leaving the last afterhours when the sun’s been up for hours, and all the “regular” people are out and about doing whatever it is that they do all day, and you’ve been up all night partying, in the same sweaty club clothes for HOURS, and you have to squint cuz its so frickin BRIGHT outside and who knows where your sunglasses are, and everyone’s STARING at you cuz they can tell you’re still probably really a liiiiiittle too fucked up to be seen outside in the daytime just yet, so you’re not making eye contact with ANYONE, and you just wanna be HOME with the blinds closed but its soooooooo… farrrrrrrrr… awayyyyyy and there’s no cabs and everyone’s still staring at you and you can smell yourself and DAMN you STINK and what the hell were you thinkin anyway you shoulda left a long time ago under cover of the darkness of the night, or at least before the damn sun came up, instead of waiting til all the drugs ran out and it became obvious that no one had any more, or if they did they weren’t gonna share ’em with YOU.
Best when performed in an outfit consisting of black pants with the word “FUCK” written ALL OVER THEM, a cheap-looking white fake fur coat, purple aviator club glasses and the smudgey remains of fuschia lipstick, and accompanied by a very tall gay man dressed in black leather pants, a black sleeveless shirt, Dior “badass” sunglasses, smeary black eyeliner and streaky bronzer residue.
I wish a cab would come already so we don’t have to do the walk of shame past the church, the police station, McDonalds, Starbucks, Borders, and the gym! Ooh, wait, Starbucks… caramel macchiato, anyone?
The walk home after a one night stand. Sometimes celebrated as a stride of pride.
J was dishevled, hungover, and unable to remember the name of the woman who’s bed he had woken up in earlier that morning. He took a back alley on the way home so that no one would witness his walk of shame.
Term made up by guys who can’t get laid to belittle people who actually do
“Did you see Suzy on her Walk of Shame?”
-“Dude, you seriously need to grow up. Don’t be mad because she got laid and you’re a 22 year old virgin”