I plopped my purse on the counter at the dentist's office yesterday. I was digging for a pen when two condoms popped out.
There they sat. On the counter. In all their round, latex glory while the receptionist and I stared at them.
Why do I have condoms in my purse? I sure as hell ain't using them.
After the guys left the Cape house last month I kept finding them laying around. (At least they weren't used. Buffy finds all of those.) And I kept sticking them in my purse so I could donate them to a good cause. (Like Patrick's love life.)
But I forgot about them in there.
Now all I can think is...
Condoms, condoms everywhere.
And no one around to fuck.