What is it with condom wrappers?

You have a couple-night stand and you find goddamned condom wrappers everywhere you look for weeks. A bit of hot pink here, a gold packet there… Little torn bits of that too stiff plastic that can be nothing else: Dirty sex!

And god forbid it be an unpleasant experience. (Not that I’m familiar, but I’ve heard rumours.) Then they serve as a reminder — of bad things.

At least if you have carpets it wedges someplace, but I’m a hard wood girl. (You knew that much already, right?)

It gives chase. (As do I.)

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