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I’m Allergic to Latex Now, Apparently

The never-ending surprise of midlife ailments

Photo by Reza Delkhosh on Unsplash

I seem to have developed a spontaneous latex allergy. Not that I had any plans, but R.I.P. to any future BDSM exploits or career. Or fancy dress. The closest I ever got to wearing latex was probably a pair of pleather pants I wore one Halloween. I borrowed them from a friend, as we decided at the last minute to dress up.

I think I was going for some sort of generic homage to a Grease type girl/ pink lady. We were going out dancing. It was a fairly eventful night: I found that somewhat to my surprise pleather pants attract men like crazy.

So while being deeply uncomfortable/sweaty, I was swatting them off like flies. I ended up making out with this tall, insanely hot guy just because it seemed sort of criminal not to. He called me a few times but lived over an hour away/was in college, and I had already started the beginning of what would be my relationship with Ben Folds boy.

Aged me wants to tell young me to play the field and have fun instead of getting her heart broken yet again, but young me was a romantic dope.

Anyway. Present day me is foiled again by my aging body. Last week I cut my knuckle, fairly deep. How did…