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My Mom Helped Me Hide My Hickeys!

Carson Lane — Thu, 05 Jul 2012 16:00:11 +0000

My little white lie didn’t last very long! | Source: Shutterstock

What a night! I had successfully slept over at my boyfriend’s house for the first time ever and I had totally tricked my parents into thinking that I was sleeping over at a girl friend’s. Who knew it was just as easy as in the movies? They had bought my lie so easily that I felt a little bit bad for them. BUT a girl’s got to have some of that alone time with her boyfriend, if you know what I mean.

I lazily rolled out of bed that morning and walked into the bathroom to get ready to meet my parents at home for lunch. But as soon as I took a good look at myself in the mirror, I knew that I was in huge trouble. Three huge, purple, disgusting-looking hickeys were staring right back at me from different places on my neck. It may have felt super sensual and amazing at the time they were created, but now they were just bad souvenirs of my spicy night.

There was NO WAY my parents would believe that I somehow acquired these monstrosities at an all-girls sleepover party. I had no idea what to do! Obviously since I was at my boyfriend’s house, I didn’t have any of my concealer to disguise them under. I couldn’t really get away with wearing a turtle neck because it was the middle of summer and I had never really been a warm-weather scarf-wearing kind of gal. It’s safe to say, I was in deep doo-doo.

That curling iron lie would’ve never worked! | Source: Shutterstock

I called my friends, but they had no advice for me; none of them had ever gotten such noticeable hickeys. One of my friends suggested that I say I burned myself with a curling iron. But three giant “curling iron burns?” I don’t think so. I had to call my last resort . . . my mom.

After I soldiered through the 10 minutes of angry screaming from her end of the phone call and the even-more-difficult-to-endure five minutes of “disappointment,” things took a totally surprising turn for the better. She told me to come home immediately and she would help me hide the situation before my dad found out.

I rushed home, and when I got there, my mom already had all of the supplies ready: a frozen spoon, a toothbrush, some lotion, and concealer. I suspected that she had dealt with hickey trauma of her own before, but I didn’t dare mention that to her. We were both silent, sitting in her bathroom. She worked quickly and I’ve got to say, she made those “love bites” her bitch.

The cold spoon against the splotches on my neck felt nice and decreased their swelling. She put lotion on the toothbrush and slowly swiped from the center of each hickey to the edge, causing the color to lighten and spread wider so it wasn’t as noticeable. Then she covered what was left with the concealer. The hickeys weren’t completely disguised, but they were far less noticeable. I would have never been able to hide them on my own.

I knew she was mad at me, but she still helped me out. I’m not sure if it was a mother-daughter lesson kind of thing or if she just really didn’t want my dad to find out what I had been up to. Either way, I was glad she was there for me in the time of my hickey nightmare.

“Make sure to wear your hair down,” she said. And with that, she walked out the door.

Have you ever had to cover up hickeys from a big make out session? Do you get mad if your boo leaves hickeys on your neck? Tell me everything in the comments!

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Don’t Want To Kiss Or Hook Up With Your Boyfriend?

Gurl — Fri, 01 Jun 2012 20:53:39 +0000

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My First Make Out Session

Gurl — Wed, 21 Mar 2012 20:00:17 +0000

I wish it had been this hot! | Source

You know how in movies, boy meets girl and the first little peck happens and then a few scenes later, the leading couple has a super hot, totally not-at-all awkward make out session?

Right.

Well, that didn’t exactly happen for me. I’d gone on a couple dates with my new boyfriend, but we’d always been in public places like at the bowling alley or at the neighborhood deli–not exactly make out central!–so we’d only had a couple of quick kisses.

One night, he invited me over and when I got there, he said his parents were gone. He asked if I wanted to watch a movie, but made up some excuse about how the TV in the living room was busted, so we’d have to watch it in his parents’ room. Talk about subtle!

Figuring he wanted to make out with me, I went to the bathroom first so I could swish a little mouthwash and put on some strawberry lip balm.

Way to ruin my date, banana! | Source

He walked me into his parents’ room, and we sat on their bed and started watching the movie. He put his arm around me and kissed me on the cheek. I turned to face him, and our lips met. The instant I felt his tongue graze my lips, the French doors that opened from his parents’ room onto the back yard busted open, and a couple of his idiot dude friends ran in, throwing banana peels at our heads.

I guess my boyfriend had bragged to his friends that he was going to finally make out with me, and they decided to punk him–and me! We laughed about it later, but that night, we were both seriously pissed!

What was your first make out session like? Hopefully it didn’t include any flying bananas–but even if it did, tell me everything in the comments!

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