Story time.Okay, so I’ve touched on the fact that I’m a biter before, but I would like to expand on that.So, throw back to April 2016.
(Like Apr 30th I think, but that’s irrelevant) I went to jellybeans with some friends and I boy I liked.
We weren’t dating, but he knew I was attracted to him and at the end of the night he says to me “say, why don’t you give me kiss?
” He was nervous, and going for smooth, but in retrospect it kind of made him sound like a jerk. So I say “well, maybe if I could reach.” It’s worth mentioning that I’m significantly shorter.
So he responds “I’ll lean down” and he does and I kiss him… and I bite the crap out of him. Our first kissNot technically even our first date yetAnd I’m already trying to draw blood.
I bit the crap out of his bottom lip before he even asked me out. A couple months later he said that that’s how he knew I was going to be perfect for him.
He turned out to be a huge masochist, unsurprisingly.
That’s not a bad thing, but in this specific relationship it led to me being put into some super uncomfortable positions that I was not necessarily okay with.