Before I married Brian, back when I worked, there was a woman in the office who said she loved to squeeze pimples. Not just hers. Okay?
This just grossed me out. Brian has asked me to do a few in the years that we’ve been married (I can count the times on one hand and we’ve been married less than six months shy of twenty years), they were on his back, out of his reach (not that he has very many, he’s blessed like I am with a good complexion). I don’t mind if I know they’re an ingrown hair, but if it’s a pimple, I just can’t do it.
It just gives me the willies.
How do you feel about it?
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