It reminded me of an incident that happened to me several years ago. One winter, I began kinda-sorta-dating this terribly sweet guy. At the time, I was not interested in dating terribly sweet guys. Making out with jerks is a phase that some people (men and women, both) never grow out of, but thankfully I have.
Unrelated directly to this fellow's awesome sweetness of which I scoffed, was the incident at hand. Indirectly, his sweetness did mean that I couldn't say anything to his face lest I make him cry or something, so I just became very awkward.
We had been out for a romantic(?) winter stroll one night, and it was very, very cold. He walked me back to my place and the moment we stepped into my kitchen, I ran and blew my nose. It always runs like a freakin' tap in the wintertime, and I wanted to nip that in the bud.
Upon my return, it was time for my date to head on home, so he leaned in and planted a kiss goodnight on my lips. Now, as a huge fan of men with beards, I am understanding of most things that come with the territory of being smacked by whiskers in all sorts of weather - but what I was not expecting at that moment was the transference of mucous from his beard to my face.
I felt it.
I knew it was there.
Some other human being's snot around my mouth. On my face. My face. Their snot.
He jovially said goodnight, and I, trying not to move my gooey upper lip, made some sort of squeak of farewell. The second he turned to the door, I ran and washed my face.
Outside, I looked like the little girl in that video. Inside, I was screaming.
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