Me: Guess what? I've got a shiner!
Boyfriend: What? Oh no! What happened?
Me: Barfight.
Boyfriend: [Laughs.] That's insane. Who'd you get in a fight with?
Me: Seriously, Ryan? You think I got in a barfight??!
The truth is, I got this bruise from acupuncture. Which is a far more boring tale than the idea of a barroom brawl, or even a fall down some stairs. I bruise easily and while this is the first time I've had one on my face, I've bruised on my neck (which is awesome when you have a professional job), arms and shins enough times that I've seriously considered starting a facebook page called, "I swear this bruise is from acupuncture." (Note: This particular bruise was from a different acupuncturist than my normal one, whom I love. Though that's kind of irrelevant since I think bruises are dependent on a ton of factors and aren't anything to worry about.)
But what I find funny about this story is not just the fact a remnant from some Eastern medicinal practice can cause strangers to take pity on you and be kinder, it's that my boyfriend actually believed that I got into a fight. And I'm not sure who that speaks more about.