Girl you aren’t the only one. My freshman year, I went on a date with a guy who found out the next week had scabies. Cue bug bombing my down room, taking oral pesticide, a campus scabies crisis, and telling my parents I had scabies “which doesn’t necessarily have to be transferred sexually.” Plot twist, five years later, I just married the scabies guy, who actually turned out to be amazing, despite our buggy beginnings. So I guess a happy ended is possible?
Girl you aren’t the only one. My freshman year, I went on a date with a guy who found out the next week had scabies. Cue bug bombing my down room, taking oral pesticide, a campus scabies crisis, and telling my parents I had scabies “which doesn’t necessarily have to be transferred sexually.” Plot twist, five years later, I just married the scabies guy, who actually turned out to be amazing, despite our buggy beginnings. So I guess a happy ended is possible?