this again and MORE

Well, then. Admittedly it was a little funny at first (even as the object of scrutiny), but the situation has quickly become a bit more serious.

Over dinner, she casually mentioned that she wants to take me out for scar removal "treatment," the same way one might announce the need to purchase more milk...

The fuck?

...which seriously made me doubt whether she knows what such treatment could entail. On top of that, where was my consent when this decision was made? I mean, last time I checked, my face was still--gasp--mine!

Worst case scenario: lasers. And she has to be delusional to think I'd let anyone come near my face with those. The woman has gone mad. Mad, I tell you!