That’s fancy talk for sex headache. I’ve been experiencing them off and on for a few years now, but got hit with one the other morning that has stuck around. If you’ve ever had one, then you know that at the moment of climax it feels like you’re being stabbed in the back of your skull with an ice pick. (Yes, I know this is over-sharey. High five for me getting laid and all that. Obviously, these headaches tend to ruin the moment. He thought I was just experiencing a mind blowing orgasm. I guess in some weird way, I was,as my brain truly did feel like it was about to explode. )
The pain disappeared within an hour, but the after effects of this one are lingering longer than they normally do. I tried to do yoga yesterday and the minute I went into downward dog I got dizzy. Later, I attempted to go for a walk and felt light headed. The mornings are worse, because the muscles in my neck are super tight from sleeping for eight hours. So, when I try to lift my head, the throbbing momentarily returns. I’ve been popping Motrin like Tic Tacs, which probably is contributing to the light headedness.
I’ve had issues with my neck for decades, having been hit by a car in college. I’m sure some of this is related to that injury. In any case, I’m using whatever windows of time where I’m not in pain to focus on the book. Hence why the first two posts this week have been re-posts. Please do me a favor and don’t suggest I go to a doctor. I know. I KNOW. I’ve been Googling these pesky headaches for the past three days and keep reading about aneurysms and tumors, so I’m already sufficiently freaked out. According to the information I’ve found, sex headaches are harmless. I’m just going to take it easy and wait for things to return to normal.
I had the total opposite reaction to this story that everybody else had. While all the other commenters were swooning over this guy, all I could think was how much of a douche he was for telling the author he burned the close to 200 post it love notes she wrote for him. (Personally, I think he trashed the notes minutes after she gave them to him and never even packed them.) Jesus. Just lie. Say you unpacked your back pack one night and forgot them. You don’t tell someone you burned a present they made/bought for you. His excuse of needing them for kindling in order to stay warm made my eyes roll into the back of my head. Really? REALLY? You’re in the fucking woods with a bunch of other people and all you can find to help you make a fire is the post it notes your girlfriend wrote?
What made me really side eye him was when he insisted to her that he told her about burning the notes in a previous conversation. She claims she didn’t remember because she had been drinking. Now, given how irrational this girl sounds, I’m having a hard time believing that she wouldn’t have flipped her wig the first time he mentioned what he did, especially if she was drunk. She swears that he’s right and that he did tell her, which just creeps me out more, because you just know this guy is lying his face off and she’s so blind to his bullshit she believes whatever he says.
- HOW could someone SO awesome (him), stay with someone SO horrible (me), right? Well, the story above was one small occurrence from his time on the trail (which, again, we laughed at) and throughout his hike, I was his #1 supporter. I helped tremendously with his fundraiser, which raised money for Wounded Warriors and Ovarian Cancer Research. I couldn’t be more proud of him and how hard he worked. We’ve been through a LOT together in the last couple years (not including this silly little incident) and we couldn’t be happier today! If you’d like, read my story on Elite Daily called, “7 Things I Know About Love After My Boyfriend Hiked The Appalachian Trail.” (Don’t worry, he loved that piece too.)
- Am I “infatuated” with my boyfriend? Obviously, have you seen him? He’s pretty hot.
Yikes. This is a classic tale of the woman who can not believe she lucked out and got a guy who looks like her boyfriend. The way she fawns all over him and how she has tied her whole persona to him makes me cringe. Worse is that this dude is probably more than happy to have some cloying fool drooling all over him publicly and writing articles about how awesome he is. I have said several times now that any guy who is a-okay with some woman braying about how awesome he is on the internet is a douche rag.
Oh, Molly. You in danger, girl.