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10 March 2010 @ 10:29 am
The first time I made out with a girl there was blood. Lots of blood.

It had been the same for my father and he had warned that it might happen to me too.

According to doctors the capillaries inside our noses are much closer to the surface of the skin than in most people. The problem might be complicated in my case by the narrow nasal passages I inherited from my mother's skinny nosed kin. I'm not certain why first make-out sessions made us particularly vulnerable to the nosebleeds, the inexpert mashing together of faces I suppose, but they were always a common reaction to buildings with dry heat and the change of seasons. By my second year of college I knew how to get them under control pretty quickly, usually within 30-90 seconds, but prior to that they could go on for quite a long time, draining me of a lot of blood.

Fortunately the room we were making out in was dark and the girl didn't realize what was happening, so I was able to explain what had happened and prepare her for what she was about to see when I turned on the light. Both of our faces, necks, hands, and shirts were warm, wet and red with blood. She hadn't really reacted to the blood until I told her about it, just kept kissing, which always make me wonder what she thought was happening. Fortunately that was the only kissing-related occurrence.

The older I get the less frequently they come. I suspect the fact that I'm such a fiend for staying hydrated has something to do with that. When they do come now, it's more likely to happen in my sleep. I'll wake up with that intensely metallic taste in my throat and realize I've been swallowing blood all night. Needless to say, I've had some spectacular horror movie nightmares on those nights.

So, this morning I woke up to the blood for the first time in years. It was a big one too, although fortunately I was immediately aware of it so I didn't ruin the sheets. It always feels a little ominous waking up to blood, but this morning it also felt nostalgic.

Current Mood: BE
Listening to: Fountains of Wayne - "These Days"
traballenguastraballenguas on March 10th, 2010 04:29 pm (UTC)
Nice. For a second there I thought that was the start of a story you were writing, and I was thinking "Oh, that is good!"

Those first three paragraphs (two lines and a paragraph) are a great start to a good story.
doNUT!donutgirl on March 10th, 2010 05:00 pm (UTC)
wow, that's some story! expand it by a couple thousand words and send it to lit mags!
lipbylipbylipby on March 10th, 2010 06:15 pm (UTC)
What a terrific quirk! You really have to work that into a novel or something.
joelsd on March 10th, 2010 06:23 pm (UTC)
My friend is an anime cliche?
Just google "anime nosebleed" and you'll get all the info. Didn't want to bog down the comment with citing URLs.
I didn't know those manga/anime artists looked to you for inspiration!
lilyvalleylilyvalley on March 10th, 2010 08:41 pm (UTC)
That almost sounds like a period. Are you sure your nose isn't menstruating?
Pallaspallasathene8 on March 10th, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)
Dude, you're like a reverse vampire!
Hyperactive Superior Anterior Temporal Gyrusmadscience on March 11th, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
So, there really is something to the anime meme of teenage boys getting nosebleeds when they see a naked girl...
The Semi-Mad Network Adminkaraksindru on March 11th, 2010 04:36 am (UTC)
I have to echo earlier comments and say I was expecting a short work of fiction for the first few lines. A well crafted tale, sir.
Tinelithtinelith on March 11th, 2010 02:25 pm (UTC)
Hehe. My younger cousin is the same. When we were little he liked to use the dramatic effect to get me into trouble with our grandmother: "Granny, she beat me again!"