Given our contraception debacle, Jay and I are a little wary of enjoying the main course on the sexual menu right now. Yeah, it may be too late but in case it isn't, there's no point in risking another condom breaking before I get my IUD fixed. So yesterday I suggested we just make out, like when we were high school sweethearts and thought we would wait until we were married to have sex (what can I say? 10 years of dating is a looong time). This led to the following text exchange today:
Me to Jay: OMG!! You gave me a hickey! (I'm expecting a response along the lines of "Oops/I'm sorry/I forgot I'm not a vampire").
Jay to me: Oh yeah! (smiley face symbol)
Seriously? How did I not notice this happening and put a stop to it? I'm 34 years old and wondering how I can casually wear a turtleneck to my two zumba classes tonight. Grr.
I'm really not a nymphomaniac. It just looks like it.