Strip Darts?- or Hey Is That a Cold Sore on Your Lip, or Are You Just Happy to See Me?

After breaking up with my ex (again), I realized that re-hashing the past is not a pastime that I want to continue doing. My ex is a great guy in many ways…but the time has come to cut the past and live life forward, which brings me to this blog entry.

I have a date! It is this Friday, and I am really stoked about it, and very stressed out. “Why?” you ask, because last night I had the tale tell signs of one of the banes of my physical existence. Cold Sore…

I have talked with my LMH (Latin Mega Hottie) every night this week, and have been as giddy as 13 year old girl (I’m retarded, I know). He’s 35 (did I mention Latin?), comes from a good family, has a job, has a car, and most importantly has a sense of humor (AND owns a PS2 – when he told me, I wet myself a little, luckily, I was wearing black pants). All I want to do is make out with him when I see him – which is bad, I know, but good because there is chemistry.

He is very complimentary and has a great smile…

So here’s the deal…We are going to meet on Friday to play darts at a bar that my Ex sometimes visits. That could be a problem, not on my part, because I’m the one who’s dating. I am not a total ass-monkey though, and know that I wouldn’t want to see him on a date so recently after a breakup. On the other hand, I’m not the one who’s not dating…

So there’s that issue, which hopefully won’t arise. The second is that I don’t have a car right now, because the clutch in mine is going south in a big way. I haven’t been able to take it into the shop yet.

The third issue, you’re asking? I’m developing a cold sore right in the center of my upper lip, which means if I can’t get rid of it before Friday…no making out. I repeat NO MAKING OUT. Dammit… My friend said that I was like a 13 year old girl, because I am so concerned about it. Hello…it’s herpes…on my lip...But I think I did say, “Oh my god…If this doesn’t clear up before Friday, I am gonna die…I mean…I may have to cancel my date.” Which, of course, my friend made fun of me for saying, but he was nonetheless excited for my juvenile jitters.

I have taken every precaution in order to ensure that my lips are clear and kissable for Friday, yet there still is the car issue… Oh well…

So LMH and I are going to play some darts…I told him that I wasn’t that good. He suggested that we play strip darts. I said that I may be up for that, once I warm up.

I’ll keep you all posted.