...that I have gotten in the past eight months has been because my blind guy has forced me to kiss him. Yes. When he gets nostalgic and goopy he wants to hug me goodbye. And sometimes I get that strange feeling that he's going to try and grandpa-kiss me. In an effort to avoid this horribly awkward moment I offer him my cheek, ever so innocently, and dude grabs my fucking face and says "come here" and forces a kiss on my God damn mouth. I am SO SO SO tight-lipped and cringing that he must feel like he is kissing a dead woman. So be it.
Do you know how weird and hard it is for me to try and say to this 81-year-old man that it is terribly inappropriate? I practically throw up wanting to talk about it, because it would making its inappropriate-ness so much more REAL.
I know you already know all this, Molly, since I frantically text you the second it happens, but I wanted to document this horror for posterity, in case he kills me someday cuz I won't kiss him. EW.
God. Damn it.
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