After listening to several friends and half the blogosphere telling me that I should get out and live my fucking life, OMG, I did it. Yesterday morning I agreed to go out on a date with the TextingGuy. We have plans for Friday night. (That's tomorrow for all you calendarly challenged peeps.)
24 hours later (this morning to be exact) Thing1 is asking me what the giant mark is on my neck. Oh wait, not one mark but 3 scattered across my neck and collar bone. And so, with a killer hang over, I got my sorry ass ready for work and attempted to explain to my son what a hickey was. Yes, that mother of the year award is being engraved with my name on it right now!
Then, while driving to work it dawned on me. I have a hickey (or 3). A very obvious and unhidable hickey on my neck and a first date tomorrow night. I'm classy y'all, damn classy. I'm kind of hoping TextingGuy needs to reschedule... or cancel. Why the hell did I let you all talk me into this? I blame you, internet!
What the hell am I supposed to do now? Anyone know of a way to make them fade? Fast?
**Update - He had to cancel for tomorrow. WHEW!