Thursday, 05 August 2010

  • Crap... I Haven't The Faintest Idea How to Give a Hickey!


    After reading stateofhart's most recent post about hickeys, I was reminded of a humorous event that happened to me around Valentine's Day. I was about to sleep with my ex-boyfriend (Nick, who now wants to purchase a motorcycle to increase his attractiveness) for the first time, and I was thrilled! We started kissing, and he whispered something in my ear (oh how I love ear whispering...)

    Nick: Sally... you know what would be super hot?
    Sally: (thinking) Oh God, please don't ask to smell my shoes. No, what?
    Nick: If you gave me a hickey... right... (he pointed to his hip bone) there.
    Sally: Oh! Ha! Okay! Sure!

    And I descended. For a couple of seconds, I stared at his hip bone. I suppose I appeared to be checking out the area to ensure maximum hickey potential, but really I was thinking: shit, I haven't the first God damn idea how to give a hickey. You suck, right? Like,  you just... suck? Okay... I'm down... I mean, I can do this! This isn't rocket science, people on MTV reality shows do this all the time...

    So I put my lips to his hip bone, and performed something that to him must have felt something like that soft, yet uncomfortable and frightening feeling when a horse eats carrots off of your flat palm. I left some unattractive puddle of drool (which I swiftly wiped away) and turned to him.

    Sally: So, you may have noticed that I haven't the foggiest idea how to give a hickey.
    Nick: Yeeeaahhh. Clearly.
    Sally: I'm so sorry.
    Nick: Dude, no big deal!

    And everything went well. We went about our business that night (which, may I say, went quite well), and never spoke of the hickey incident again. Of course, it was all I thought about for several days.

    The next day, I did everything I could: I asked my friends how to give a hickey. Their responses ranged from the teasing, "Are you serious?" to the ever-helpful, "You just... I don't know, suck. Hard, I guess."

    So I did what I was dreading: I YouTubed "How to Give a Hickey."
    Spoiler: the video was not helpful.

    After weeks of trying to give myself hickeys on my arm, and considering attempting to give my roommate a hickey while she was sleeping (which would have ended rather badly, since she was so prudish that I recall having to yell "I'M BECOMING NAKED" so that her retinas wouldn't have burned at the sight of my bare skin), I gave up.

    Months later, Nick and I had been broken up, but we were still (and are still, might I add) great friends. But, after a little too much hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps (try it, but with caution), we had a bonus night. We fell quickly asleep after our brief moment of togetherness, and I later awoke in his arms. I hugged him goodbye and went home.

    Ten minutes later, I received the following text message:
    Nick: You have got to be fucking kidding me.
    Sally: Did you just realize that we had sex?
    Nick: Haha, no. You gave me an absolutely titanic hickey.
    Sally: REALLY?! YES!!
    Nick: NO. NO. BAD. I have work in two hours.

    Ah, drunken Sally, aka "hickey fairy": you appear rarely, but when you do, you bring about ultimate destruction.
    Has anyone else ever had an issue giving a hickey?

Comments (42)

  • Sign in to Comment

  • Give eProps (?)

About the Author