That 2nd hole… sometimes I wish it wasn’t even there. My husband loves it, though – he thinks it’s sexy.
I rarely allow entry at all. When I do, it’s all “Wait, hold on, the angle isn’t right.” and then maybe even “I think a little lubricant would help.”
It’s slow going and requires careful maneuvering.
Sometimes I cry out in pain, but it’s only temporary.
I cope. Eventually, the deed is done and I’m ready to go on with my life.
Having double-pierced ears is hard.
OMG, You are funny!
I like you!
I actually forget about the first hole. (This conversation is so funny.) I always have the earrings that FireDad bought for me in the second hole. As in I don’t take them out. Ever. But I also mostly forget other earrings. Until lately. I think it’s because my ears are so sensitive.
You’re evil. I like that.
You’re kinda perverted, but you know that. Its probably also why I like you.
What a tease. It’s like using innuendos to make me think I’ve got a big juicy burger coming my way only to find out it’s tuna salad.
I have two holes pierced in my ears too, but due to a nickle allergy, I can’t wear earrings all that often unless I took out a second mortgage to buy good ones with no nickle.