You were just playing it safe. 
Well, a bottle of wine, a scented candle and a box of condoms got me an “Ohhh yeah! You’re having a good weekend!” from the cashier one time.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way. 
I keep a few condoms in my room, in my toy bag, which seems the most logical place for them. When going out with a likely seeming prospect, I put one or two condoms in my purse, just in case. I keep a close watch on the expiration dates.
I used to enjoy not having to worry about these sorts of things, but suddenly they’re a concern. I’m absolutely terrified of all forms of sex now - thanks, everyone! :eek:
As for oral, I can’t really imagine using anything. I’m not sure what a condom in the mouth feels like (and being male and straight I don’t imagine I’ll have the displeasure of finding out), but I’m sure it’s unpleasant. As for dental dams, I think laying a tarp down beforehand is a little odd. Plus those things feel odd, though it’s a lot of fun to stretch one over your face.
Ever see a man with an STD on his face. A buddy’s friend decided to visit some strippers at the YMCA and well…Rosaeca had nothing on him.
As for me, hell no. The first two decades brought little, why carry around mementoes of failure. If hell does freeze over at some point I’m sure I can get one or two at the local walgreens. Twentysomething years, another twenty minutes is going to kill me?
When I worked at Rite Aid, my personal favorite was the guy who strutted up with an enema, a tube of K-Y Jelly and a condom. Big, big ugly guy who just scowled at me. Everything got an individual bag before being thrown together into the big bag.
I also loved the fathers who would come in on Homecoming or Prom days and buy the twelve-pack, smirking, and brag about their sons. ::shudder::
Oh yeah … we used to live close enough to a grocery store to walk there, so we did. Picked up some condoms, ketchup (we were out) and white kingsized bedsheets (we needed some and they had some decent ones on ‘bizzaro we bought a truckload of these so here’ sale for 17.99 for the set).
Used to carry one, back in my bachelor days - kept a supply by the bed, too: women I brought home were usually impressed that they were provided {and more than one woman, when we were at the hot ‘n’ heavy stage in a bar, pointedly asked, “Do you have condoms?” - as in, no glove, no love.} My flatmates used to sheepishly borrow them, too - and to save on the jokes ahead of time, no, I have no idea if the sheep were impressed.
Hijack
I used to work at a Shopper’s Drug Mart in the heart of the gay village, and the most shoplifted item was the emema kit we sold. We had to put it behind the counter, lol. I worked in the photo lab, and was really, really looking forward to the exciting photos we would get.
Imagine my disappointment when I realized the gay men who could afford to live downtown in the gay village ALSO could afford to have a digital camera and a computer. It made for many a boring night. Thank goodness for poor ass heteros.
And yes, photo lab techs do look at your dirty pics. We even copy them and post them for the teens who open shop on the weekend. Get a damn digital cam.
/hijack
As for me, I’m a female, and a condom advocate. When I’m single, I make no apologies for having a condomn with me, in my purse (constantly refreshed for the sake of reliability), or in my bedside table. If you want to f-ck me, you have to sheathe it, and that’s the end of that. I don’t trust men and their wallets. With short term partners, I’ve ALWAYS used my own.
However, in a relationship or with a steady f-ck buddy, I’m notoriously less reliable. I’m a bad girl.
I miss University. I remember the first guy I brought home who was STUNNED I had a condom cache. Ah, college days.
- Rebkkah
When I was on vacation here in Seattle for the first time, with my now ex-fiance, we had to make a stop at the drugstore to buy some contraceptives. We wanted to try several new things, so we had several packages of condoms and other contraceptive spermicides for me to use. Since we were there, we needed to pick up a couple of other things, which were totally, honestly unrelated, but we got some strange looks: chocolate syrup, baby oil, an economy pack of batteries, and a disposable camera.
The syrup was for our ice cream, the baby oil was for gently cleaning the goop out of his mother’s kitten’s eyes, the batteries were for his gameboy, and the camera was for me, so I would have pictures of my trip. The condoms were for sex, though.