J9

I think we’re okay so long as our noses only touch when we kiss.  I think our noses touch too much.  I never really much liked my nose until about a year ago when that piece of cork was suspended from it.  Since then I’ve had a bit more respect about myself.   Taking pride in our flaws permits growth and that’s what I’ve needed to do for quite some time now.  Grow.  Now my nose is a dressed up version of another woman’s.  From what I understand she was pretty impressive before I came around- as most women tend to be.  If you want to keep that level of impressiveness I’d advice you against falling asleep with your nose against mine.  It’s all downhill from there.