2006-05-26

so this is for my pleasure?

I wanted to be responsible, so I went and bought a box of condoms, even though we are currently "taking it slow." Needless to say, I am less mature and restrained, so I certainly want to be ready when he wants to get off the slow boat. Anyways, I grabbed the box of them designed for "her pleasure," figuring, you know, I'm interested in my pleasure. I just thought they would be extra ribbed or something. I opened one of them up out of curiousity, and, yes, they were ribbed, but they were also bright pink and strawberry scented! Now I have what can only be described as the silliest box of condoms ever created and feel quite ridiculous. What man wants to have a pink strawberry rubber thingie on his dick??


I mean, I don't even think I could use them because it would feel so silly. I can almost hear him saying, "um, xanthium, you know it's pink...and what's that smell?" And there would go that evening--even if it was just from the laughing--it could really spoil the mood. Unsurprisingly, what actually pisses me off is that is what the condom maker thinks is going to make grown women happy--freakin pink strawberry shortcake condoms. Perhaps I should have known better, but honestly, what a stupid and insulting product. Like I said, I thought it would have something to make him last longer, extra lube, ribbing...stuff that actually would be for my pleasure, not that it would be pink and smelly (oops, I mean, "with a sensual berry scent").

Di thought of some silly former girlfriends of ours from college that probably would think they were great (actually this whole entry is taken from the emails I sent her at work, which is probably not very professional of me, but whatever, I'm a temp), but I can only imagine how foolish I would feel had I tried to use them without realizing what they meant by being for "her pleasure".

Oh, I did see Paddy again last night, we went out after work, and it is still lovely. I am not going to mention this little adventure to him. At least, not for a long time, or I desperately pull out one of the silly pink thingies from the bottom of my underwear drawer.

xanthium at 8:40 p.m.

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