Hi All, this is a post I wrote about a year ago, but it is still true today. Enjoy!
I guess the full title for this post should be: Why I don’t give blood and what that has to do with dating. A few weeks ago there was a blood drive on the campus where I work. It reminded me of the last time I gave blood…
Many years ago, when I was a wee college lass, I had a crush on a guy in the Christian ministry I was involved with. Every year during the week between Christmas and New Year’s the ministry would gather with students from all over California and Arizona (and occasionally Hawaii). The first year I went, this guy, we’ll call him John, gave blood. I was impressed by this selfless act and took note. The next year, I still liked him, and thought I should give blood. Because once he saw how selfless I was, he’d make the connection that we should date. That’s how things work, right? But here’s the thing. I hated needles. Now, I’d had shots, done blood tests, etc., but it was never a fun experience for me. However, I found myself tired a lot, so assumed I was anemic. They test you for that before you give blood, so I thought I’d get in line, but be dismissed. I get all the credit for being “selfless”, but don’t have to deal with the needle. It’s a win-win.
So, that’s why I haven’t given blood since then. Actually, it’s not a complete no, but I will never again give blood to try to impress a boy.