The "very romantic" yet very unsanitary safety
pin story
[Ed: a story from Morelia:]
...another date, another bar. This time I had worked a 12 hour shift and
Ben had been waiting for me to finish in a popular downtown bar he liked
to go with our friends. I was a bit upset at him (won't go into details,
nothing awful) and was just feeling very under the weather. I was sitting
next to Ben having a beer, and from my jacket (this battle jacket, punkish
jacket with lots of pins and chains and all, awfully impractical) a safety
pin fell down to the floor of the bar. And Ben, being Ben, picked it up
and showed it to me; I was still upset and just raised my eyebrows at him
as he pierced himself on the earlobe with the filthy safety pin; it kinda
went like this:
Me: No,no, no, that's dirty. It's gonna get infected.
Ben: you're joking, it's tiny.
Me: It's disgusting and you're bleeding. It's rather stupid.
Ben: (laughing) It's romantic. It's very romantic.
We fixed it to find him a proper piercing "the next day". And, I don't
know, I just couldn't stay mad at him anymore. It was very easy for me to
GET mad at Ben, but it was very hard to STAY mad at Ben. I miss the way he
made me laugh and how he could get away with lots of stuff.
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¡Que haya luz! Kerenza ha yeghes da! Dad/Andrew x