This Tick On My Nose

I can't get dates because of this tick on my nose. Women freak out even more as it continues to grow. Now it's the size of a nickel. I've gotten myself in a pickle. I keep trying but I can't get a date on Saturday nights. Women scream in terror and start running from fright. It's not easy knowing that the ladies aren't pleased. And if that isn't bad enough, now I have lyme disease. Being inflicted with this problem really blows. Somebody help me, I have to get this ugly thing off my nose! (This is a fictional poem.)