Love is Giving Blood Together 2012

For our 6th date in August of 2006, Kevin and I gave blood together. He went first and when it was my turn, I almost passed out. He stood around looking nervous, and then relieved. Later that night he asked me to be his girlfriend.

Kevin gives blood regularly. I only give every couple of years because of blood-loss-induced-queasiness and sometimes because I'm barred by travel restrictions. But this weekend, almost six years after our first blood-letting, we hauled James to our local blood center and took turns watching him while the other person gave blood. And... I almost passed out again. Two different facilitators suggested that "blood donation is not for me." Don't we have a blood shortage? What's a little queasiness or passing out when weighed against a blood shortage?

Besides, I love the we-did-something-good-together-vibe we shared afterwards. Saving lives together is romantic. You get a little buzz from the charity and from the blood-loss-lightheadedness.  Plus you can spoil yourself a little. You really do need the sugar in that cookie after donating!

If you can, and especially if your body tolerates it well, please give blood.

Love.