Today I learned my Boyfriend treats his butthole like a K-beauty Influencer.

Okay so I need the internet to hold my hand because my boyfriend just confessed something that has rearranged my soul. So we’re talking normally right, just a casual conversation. Then out of nowhere he goes: “Uh… I ordered pimple patches.” So I’m like, “Aww, skincare! For your face?” And this man goes: “You don’t wanna know.” Immediately my curiosity went from 0 to FBI-investigator-mode cause he ain't anywhere near a Pimple Patch guy. So I’m confused as fuck and ask: “What for else?” He goes: “Fine. They’re… for my ass.” Me: “…for your WHAT!!???.” Him: (Avoiding talk with God Himself) “I got a pimple on my asshole. It hurts. I panicked. I ordered those pimple patches or whatever. I thought they might fix it.” THE FACT THAT HE SAID IT LIKE HE'S TREATING HIS BUTTHOLE WITH AWARD-WINNING TECHNOLOGY!!??? I have never laughed so hard while simultaneously being concerned for someone’s literal rear end. So now my boyfriend is walking around with a moral burden and an Amazon package on the way that is going straight to hell. Reddit, please tell me other people’s partners also commit skincare war crimes on their anatomy or am I just with a man who thinks hydrocolloid stickers can cure volcanic butt eruptions.