I assured the three women (one instructor, two students) that drawing blood from my right arm was next to impossible, but they thought the vein looked better than the left side, so I let them try. To my surprise, it worked.
Afterwards one of them joked, jubilantly, about it having been a virgin vein. “No,” I said, thinking of the many other times that vein had suffered stabby metal intrusion, “but maybe this was like its first orgasm!”
They all laughed and agreed that it was a very apt comparison.
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