I can't kiss anyone for the next 4-6 weeks, on account of the open wound in my lip that needs to heal properly.
This will probably not actually make a difference in my life, but it feels like an unendurable restriction nonetheless. I find that when I meet people, in my head I am always saying the same thing:
Hi, I'm Angela. You're attractive. Are you single?
I have become entirely ridiculous.
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