Hickies

I may be sorry for posting about this, but it's really been amusing me lately. Dating someone new, sometimes things get...heated. And to prevent scary mental images, I'll just say that hickies ensue. Yeah, big raspberry marks on your neck. So everyone knows what you've been doing. I'm a pretty private person, and I'd really rather that people NOT know what I've been doing. It's nobody's business but mine and my significant other's. Unfortunately, I have very pale skin that is easily bruised.

Having hickies of my own has resulted in noticing hickies on other people, however. I am so hyper-sensitive about people noticing my hickies that I am watching what other people's necks look like. It's like having a specific car makes you notice other people's cars of the same make and model. There was a secretary at one of the schools I subbed at last week who had a very noticeable hickie on her neck. Then, hanging out with a couple of friends yesterday, one had a light hickie on her neck. I find it absolutely hilarious.

I consider myself a pretty forward-thinking, modern woman. I should be terribly embarrassed by the fact that I have hickies at all. My guilty secret is that I like them. They are kind of a hands-off signal to other guys. Not that I have them knocking down my door or anything, but just in case. They are also evidence to the world that someone likes me and feels passionately about me. On the one hand, I feel rather guilty and embarrassed by having them because they are unprofessional and kind of a bad example for students. On the other hand, I quite like that someone thinks I'm hot and leaves evidence of it, even though he claims he tries not to.

Maybe I'll just stock up on concealer and it will be my secret.