There is one thing worse than a walk of shame- that lasts longer, is more visible, and almost impossible to deny…
a hickey.
The only more visible manifestation of sex I can think of is a pregnant woman, which is on a whole ‘nother level. A bruised neck just reeks of immaturity and irresponsibility- a souvenir of forsaking ration for passion in the heat of the moment.
There’s really no way of trying to talk your way out of it, either. No one believes the curling-iron-burn story any more than a kid whose dog eats their homework, you’ve got to get creative. I remember the first time I came home in high school with a mark right in the center of my neck. I tried to pass it off as from play-fighting with my best friend and claimed that she bit me. I’m pretty sure Mom just let it pass in order to save me from additional humiliation.
Thank God it’s turtleneck season or I’d be in big trouble.
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4 Comments
Hickey souveniers are the worst! I can’t tell you how many stories I had to come up with or the exact makeup concoction that I figured out to cover up the things. I got a hickey the day before I had a date with a new guy! I was lucky because it DID look like a curling iron burn, whew!
Posted Tuesday, February 5, 2008 at 9:33 am | Permalink
ohhhh, my!! yeah, I got my first hickey this past summer and forgot it was there until my co-worker reminded me by shrieking “oh my god, you TOTALLY have a HICKEY”.
Hope it was worth it
Posted Tuesday, February 5, 2008 at 6:47 pm | Permalink
wow i feel like a prude, i’ve NEVER gotten a hickey before. Way too ticklish!! yah you’re set with a turtleneck
Posted Tuesday, February 5, 2008 at 8:23 pm | Permalink
I love getting a hickey…but I hate walking around with one on me!
Posted Wednesday, February 6, 2008 at 10:55 am | Permalink
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