Scars of lust

Well this photo was going to end up as a post on my other blog, Postcards from nowhere. It was going to be entitled "No shave days are the best", which they are, does any man actually like shaving day after day? 

Anyway whilst taking the photo I noticed some unusual marks on the side of my neck, and upon closer inspection in the mirror it looks like someone or something has been chewing at me. No idea how this has happened, perhaps I was attacked by a bat in my sleep or something? 

So instead it ended up on this blog with some words of explanation because I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong impression. 

Thank goodness I don't bruise easy, it would be a bit stupid for a 36 year old guy walking around with what looks like love bites on his neck, wouldn't it? It's not a respectable look.

Whilst I'm thinking about it who in the world thought up love bites? Invented them? And how did they catch on? Oh, I love you so much and to show my affection I'll have a nice chew on your neck. Hardly romantic is it? And you wouldn't read about it in a Mills & Boon novel would you?

Lust bites, that's what they should be called, because that's all they are; scars of lust. Mine is not but others are!