A Bloody Good Date

Schmokey dokey. My Soap Opera Sunday last week left off after Sam and I had our first oh so NOT romantical kiss.

Unknown to me, on our drive home from the cabin, Sam, who was a little like Jerry Seinfeld, discovered my fatal flaw (which we will discuss later) and I think he'd started the uphill climb of not liking me anymore. But, as I said, this was unknown to me and we just kept right on kissing every night for the next little while.

Quick little side note . . . Whenever I think about it, it feels like Sam and I dated for a very long time, but as I take a second to add it all up, I realize that one of the most dramatic relationships in my life only lasted a total of something like four weeks. Weird, right? Ok side note over.

So, what FELT like two weeks later but in reality was about three DAYS later we were at his house, which was, at the time, empty, because he was in the process of cleaning and renting it out and we were alone, in the dark . . . doing what two 20-something Mormon kids do when you're ALONE and in the DARK. I'm embarrassed to admit this publicly, but it was a fairly . . . intense . . . make-out session that had been going on for quite some time. At some point, I noticed some . . . wetness, on my face. I didn't think much of it, you know SPIT and all being involved, but it kept getting worse . . . and then I realized what had happened. The horrible, awful thing that had happened:

I
HAD
GOTTEN
A
MASSIVE
BLOODY
NOSE
ALL
OVER
MYSELF
AND
MY
BOYFRIEND

Remember how I was on Accutane? Remember the dryness it causes? Well it had caused so much dryness that it had caused my nose to crack and bleed. And it had caused it to do that while I was "getting it on." I still curse you, Accutane!!

I pulled away and said "uh-oh." We turned on a light and unveiled what appeared to be a BATTLE SCENE. We were both covered from the neck up. COVERED. I was MORTIFIED. I didn't know what to say or what to do. Luckily he just started laughing. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up the best he could . . . and came back for some more of me and my hotness.

Five minutes later? Yeah. Another bloody nose.

Followed by the line my boyfriend uttered that I will mock him for behind his back for LIFE.

"Wow, my Mom does my laundry. How am I going to explain THIS?"

Needless to say we called it a night. I still don't know how that Mama's boy got around explaining the bloody mess I had left all over his clothes!

Tune in next Sunday when Keith the Greyhound Bus riding Buddhist enters the scene, courtesy of an underage booze party in Columbus, Ohio.

Absolutely nothing in the above sentence is is any way an exaggeration. I'm so not kidding.

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