I quite agree with an article that ran last week about condoms. It seems buying condoms in some part of Africa is an embarrassing affair, for both men and women. Men suffer the awkwardness that goes along with asking for a pack of rubbers more readily than women.
Girls would rather not deal with all that drama, preferring to leave the purchase of prophylactics to the guys. Which is as it should be.
Ladies, would you get your man a packet of condom?
Will he get me the sanitary towels?Condoms are not necessaryYeah, no big deal
The day a guy goes to the market to buy me sanitary towels, and then stands in a long line at the till for every other man to see that his girl is on her period, that’s the day I’ll take this whole ‘buying condoms’ thing under consideration.
You see, when you pick a pack off a supermarket shelf, or ask a pharmacist for some strawberry-scented, ribbed and pebbled, extra large, glow-in-the-dark-to-the-sound-of-trumpets condoms, you’re more or less advertising to the world that you’re “going to have se*”