Some time ago, I found myself in an awkward predicament—a sizable pimple had emerged between my right buttock and thigh. Not the most glamorous topic, I know, but it’s a reality we all face at one point or another.
What began as a minor irritation escalated into a painful ordeal, making it difficult to sit comfortably. At the time, I was immersed in graduate studies and found myself perched on a hard wooden chair day after day. I wasn’t sure if this monster was pressing on a nerve or what, but sitting often left me with that irritating pins-and-needles sensation in my leg.
I attempted to pop it several times, but the angle was impossible. Even if I had longer arms, I probably would have needed a few extra joints to reach that area effectively. For several days, I held out hope that it would simply vanish, but instead, it only grew larger. A painful pimple on my behind—how embarrassing! I’ve dealt with zits since my teenage years, but this one was something else entirely. Every time I sat down, it felt like I had a small object lodged in my back pocket.
I experimented with various kitchen tools and even considered using a coat hanger. Visiting a doctor was out of the question, as my graduate student budget was tight, particularly with two kids to care for. After two weeks of frustration and pain, I finally resorted to the unthinkable: I asked my wife, Sarah, if she could take a look at my butt pimple.
Yes, that’s right—nothing says true love quite like asking your partner to examine a zit on your backside.
It was evening, and our kids were asleep. I arranged myself on the couch, shifting uncomfortably. “You want me to do what?” Sarah asked, her tone a mix of disbelief and concern.
“I just need you to check it out. Make sure it’s nothing serious—it hurts a lot,” I explained.
She looked at me, clearly torn between her love for me and her reluctance to be in such a situation. I tried to lighten the mood, saying, “If you think you can handle it, I’d owe you big time.”
Her expression didn’t change; she knew exactly what I was asking of her. “You want me to pop a zit on your butt?” she repeated, her voice a blend of affection and exasperation.
“Exactly,” I confirmed, bracing myself for the moment.
“Alright, drop your pants,” she instructed.
So there I stood, pants at my ankles, gripping the arm of our recliner while Sarah bent down, her glasses pushed up, face inches from my rear. “The lighting is terrible,” she said, and I wondered if I had crossed a line. Would this be a moment she couldn’t forget?
“Wow!” she exclaimed. “How have you even been walking? It’s huge!”
“I know, it’s awful,” I replied, feeling both embarrassed and relieved that she was willing to help.
With a deep breath, she reached in and—POP!—it was done.
“Oh gross!” she exclaimed, the scent hitting her immediately. “It’s on my shirt!”
“I’m so sorry!” I stammered.
“Just remember how much I love you,” she said, half-laughing, half-gagging.
Even though she was frustrated, I couldn’t help but appreciate the lengths she went to for me. Sometimes love isn’t about grand gestures but rather enduring the unpleasant moments to ease the discomfort of someone you care about.
With a sigh of relief, I declared, “You’re incredible. I love you.”
As she retreated to the bathroom to wash her hands, she said, “I need a shower—and lots of chocolate. I need something sweet to help me forget this.”
I kissed her forehead and dashed to the store to bring back her favorite treats.
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