So I’m a guy and I have a grape sized upper lip right now from a godforsaken cold sore. This is the 3rd time in my life I’ve ever had one (I’m 38). Made it through the first 34 years of my life without one and then my wife gave me the gift that keeps on giving.
Now, most women don’t realize this (or would deny it) but these are FACTS about cold sores:
Girls who have cold sores look like girls who have cold sores. No big deal, lots of women get them. They are not unusual to see and don’t jump out in your face. Yeah, they are gnarly looking but they don’t raise eyebrows. Most people aren’t going to ask a woman “What is THAT thing on your face?”
Guys who have cold sores look like guys who have STDs. Cold sores are FAR more commonly found on females than males. This makes them stand out like a bright red light on our faces. They are guaranteed to cause random people to come up to you and ask “What is THAT thing on your face?”
Now, I’m not a really vain guy but I’ll admit, these motherfuckers really get me down in a big way and make me more self conscious than any other malady. I’ve only ever had 2 others, but they come in BIG and stick around a LONG time before the swelling drops. My wife gets them ever couple months but they last a few days and are gone, no drama.
So I work in a professional office environment and have spent the last few days trying to anchor myself at my desk and avoid the stares and comments about this thing. It’s cool. I understand it’s not something that is on my face every day. And it’s massive, with bright yellow frosting coming out, and a slimy stache starting to poke through because I can’t shave it. It’s going to draw attention in one on one conversation.
I’m on day 4 of this thing and it’s gotten me down. Can’t kiss my wife. No sex drive because I feel like the elephant man only my elephant disease is contagious. I have to go to dinner with my daughters HS cross country team tonight and sit with a bunch of moms who don’t know me but will definitely remember me… Ya know? Kinda down?
I look in the mirror in the bathroom at work on my way to go to the cafeteria. I think to myself “Hey, the swelling looks like it MAY be subsiding. Finally”. Still looks gnarly but I’m thinking I see the light at the end of the tunnel. I stroll over to the cafeteria and up to the deli. Same lady (60ish yr old New Joyzee type) is working there that’s there every day when I go get my sam.
I stroll up to the counter, in a crowded lunch line, she says “Hi Cubsfan” and then, without pause, rolls right into…
What happened to your mouth? You get hit in the face with a hockey stick? Did you need stitches? And has a short conversation with me about it while making my sandwich.
All I could do when I left the cafeteria was laugh about it. It was surreal and sitcom-ish. I really can’t stop laughing about it.
Ha.
Ha.
Ha.
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