I went out to eat with a group of four people this evening. We came out of the restaurant and walked by a river. I was chilly and put my cardie back on. The others remained bare-armed. My shoulders were exposed for all of, oh, three minutes. Yet I got bitten on the back of my shoulders. Two bites.
None of the others were bitten, despite flaunting their flesh all the way back to the carpark.
Why me?
AIBU to think that other people get bitten, too, but their bodies don't react to the bites?
Or am I just some delectable treat for every passing mozzie and gnat?