First dates are nerve-wracking enough, but I'm late. And still unshaved.
He is supposed to arrive in under fifteen minutes, so I race to the bathroom, lather up, and start ripping my razor down my face.
Right cheek. Left cheek. Right neck. Left neck. Chin. Lip - shit.
A cut. A gash, rather, and then a gush. Blood everywhere.
Son of a bitch.
I grab a Kleenex and press down, but nothing is stopping this one.
Blood, another tissue, more blood. The clock is ticking. A knock.
Damnit.
I open the door, shirtless, a crimson tissue mashed to my face. An explanation, a laugh. We sit on the couch. Patient. What a saint.
Tissue. Tissue. Styptic pencil. Tissue. Styptic pencil.
Jesus, when did I become a bleeder?
Tissue - and - yes.
Finally, the bloodletting stops. But I'm left with a scab. A fresh, thick, black, erupting, dime-sized scab on my upper lip.
Hot.
Forty-five minutes have passed. Our dinner reservations long lost, we barely manage a quickie at the diner and make our showtime.
The movie? One of the gay features at the film festival. Sure, no one here I know. I slouch in my chair, hand to my face. Lights. LIGHTS!
Finally, the movie starts. It's ... all right. Not worth the potential public humiliation.
The credits roll, we dash for the exits. He takes me home.
A kiss. Then, a make-out. How kind of him to make the hideous boy with the Neville-sized blemish feel pretty.
This is nice.
The kiss breaks, we pull back. I smile. This date didn't suck! I survived!
I open my eyes.
His face is wearing my scab.
Oh my god. That's horrifying.
Hahahahahahaha.
Your pain and suffering amuses me, thank you.
What happend next?
Did you say, "Oh excuse me I got a little bit of scab on you?". Or did you just brush it away like it was a crumb?
Anyway get yourself a septic pencil for the next time you cut your face. It stings like a bitch but stops the bleeding right away.
LOL - you "scabbed" him.
That is the best story I have read in a long time. Thank you for sharing, and kudos for turning what could have been a date from hell into what sounds like a great night (end-of-evening scab-swap notwithstanding!)