How Come Zit?

Story Submitted by Monty:

When I met Gloria in person after courting her online for a couple of weeks, I was taken aback by the massive zit invasion on her face. Not her fault, of course, but there were more zits than normal skin on her face and neck.

I decided to make the best of it and ignore the outbreak as best as possible. Still, that was made a little difficult by how she dealt with her affliction. Maybe it was an allergic reaction, but whatever it was, they must have been itchy as hell, as she spent most of our time together slapping her own face to deal with it.

We were seated at an outdoor café and she was obviously in some discomfort. I suggested, "Have you tried calamine lotion?"

She nodded. "Didn't help. Has to run it's course." She slapped at her face an extra couple of times. "Besides, this isn't a bad outbreak. I've had some all over my body."

I asked, "What causes them?"

She said, "I don't know. Perfumes or colognes, maybe. Maybe even yours."

"I doubt it. You were already broken out when I first saw you."

"Maybe I wasn't."

"You were."

"You're a bit of an insensitive asshole, aren't you?"

She slapped at her face again. I replied, "I didn't do anything insensitive."

"You might have given me these itchy bumps and you just don't care."

"I didn't give them to you."

"Whatever." She slapped her face a few more times. Her last slap must have hit hard, because she said, "Ow! My face!"

I asked, "Do you want to postpone?"

She slapped at her face again, stood up, and said, "Yes. I've got to go."

She hurried off. I hope that wherever she wound up, she found relief.