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TIFU 113 days nicotine free by having sex

I quit vaping 113 days ago (according to Days Since app). It was really tough but I stuck with it after 7 years of being heavily addicted to nicotine in various forms. At this point I didn’t think about nicotine at all, but my girlfriend still vapes. She is trying to quit though, so she has been using my old nicotine patches with some success so far.

Anyway, today we felt frisky and decided to engage in some adult activities together. Nothing out of the ordinary. We were engaged in various ‘acts’ for around 45 minutes when I started to get a bit flushed which was strange, but in the heat of the moment I disregarded it and ahem concluded the session.

When I was pulling off the condom I noticed something: her nicotine patch was now firmly on my forearm! At first I laughed at how preposterous it is that it could get off of her and perfectly place itself on me, not rolled up on any end in the slightest, but then the horror set in. I was feeling flushed from the heavy dose of nicotine crawling up my clean born again veins. 113 days of sobriety ruined by some magic nicotine patch.

Fuck

Do you think I should reset the days since counter?

TL;DR My nicotine sobriety was ended today by a magic nicotine patch that transplanted from my partner onto me during sex

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