Some Things Just Hick To The Mind

(While I’m not totally naive as to certain results of fruitful, healthy relationships, I haven’t had one of my own for several years and have grown unused to thinking about them. I come across a friend and dorm-mate of mine after a long weekend.)

Me: *noticing a strange bruise on her collarbone* “Oh, my goodness, [Friend]. Look at that bruise! How’d that happen?!”

(My friend looks at me with the strangest look on her face, a mix between wanting to laugh at me and complete mortification. After a minute of confusion on my part, I finally recognize what the bruise must be.)

Me: “Well, f***. Now I know it’s been too long if I can’t recognize a hickey when I see one…”