Condoms Are Not Optional

In this day and age, I doubt anyone would really prefer to take the risk of pregnancy or disease for the sheer titillation of a one night stand. And especially at this point of the game in my life: Condoms are not an option.

I finally broke down and had what I will refer to as a "one night stand". After all, it has been a very long time since my last sexual liaison and while I do prefer to be with some one whom I at least know enough to like and trust, I am capable and will rarely on occasion participate in a purely sexual experience with a virtual stranger. Like most all my experiences, however, this one was noteworthy.

Of all places, I was at the dentist having a filling. Not exactly at my sexiest, I was both very unmade and very unkempt at the time and rather not exactly expecting to meet anyone other than the receptionist. But like all good stories, while totally not expecting it, I did happen to get the phone number of a man shoved into my hand as I was paying my bill. I thought it was very courageous and cute, so, of course, I had to respond. The gentleman had seemed young and attractive enough and well what the heck, it is not like I have a long list of contenders right now any how. So I texted and we made plans to meet the following night.

The gentleman scored points for taking the initiative and making the effort, and while I did not want to bring a stranger to my home, he would have picked me up at my house, which is totally gentlemanly too. He was great in opening up the door, and bought me a couple of drinks and was totally attentive in spite of the fact that we were in a night club surrounded by women who were half my age and wearing half as much and twice as pretty. So lots of points!!! Yay!

I agreed to go to his place. That the gentleman actually 1. had a car, 2. bought me drinks. and 3. had a place to take me where we could be alone and have sex was wildly accomplished to me! I'd had a year of so of meeting men who had none of those (and how disappointing is that!)

I had to tell him that there would be no sex without a condom. He lied and told me he did not have any but when I went to get mine out of my bag, he suddenly "found" one. Grrrr, but OK.

It was fine but it was not exactly mind blowing sex and I wasn't that drunk enough to let it slide when he let his penis slide out of the condom and tried to enter me without. OMG!!! What the fuck??? I stopped everything faster than a train bearing down on a child playing on the tracts! You cannot enter me without a condom!!!

The gentleman obviously did not prefer to wear the little raincoat on his prized pecker but I don't care! He told me that he had just gotten a physical and was "clean", and when that didn't convince me, he assured me that if I got pregnant, he would take care of it. OMG OMG OMG!!!!

I don't think I could have gotten out of that house faster if it was on fire. What the fuck was he thinking??? WAS he thinking??? What a turn OFF. If I can't even trust you to wear a rubber, what the fuck can I trust you with? NOTHING and certainly not the safety and well being of me! And trust me, there is nothing sexy about a man I don't trust.

*sigh*