LOVE BITES
An encounter with a sexy stranger leads to one shameful morning after
On a night out with my sorority sisters, I met this gorgeous Scottish man at the bar. We were talking and dancing, and he bought me a couple of drinks—then things got crazy.
While we were dancing, he grabbed my face and we started making out in the middle of the dance floor. The next thing I knew, I was dragging him into a utility closet at the back of the bar. Unfortunately, we didn’t get much further than kissing before one of the bartenders tried to kick us out, and eventually made us leave. I never even got the gorgeous man’s name.
I woke up the next morning for a voice therapy session (I’m a theater major who was supposed to be on voice rest). As I got ready, I noticed 10 hickeys around my neck. I never had a hickey before. Part of me was proud, but the other 90 percent of me was horrified. I was about to go see my voice therapist, where we largely focus on my throat. I texted all my friends, trying to find tricks to get rid of hickeys. Nothing worked, so I just had to go.
We began by massaging my throat, and she said, “So, did your boyfriend give you these? Or girlfriend? Either is fine.” I was mortified—not only does my therapist think I’m some hussy, but now she also thinks I’m a lesbian.
