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There are a lot of wonderful things about having sex. The occasional pregnancy scare isn’t one of them.
I had been “dating” Richard on and off for awhile, dating in quotations because Richard’s idea of going out was staying in, watching a movie, falling asleep on his couch, and waking me to ask if I wanted to go upstairs.
Such was the case a few months back.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, our clothes coming off. I am a responsible adult. These are the things we ask.
Richard pulled away from me, looking as if he just swallowed his own vomit. “YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE A CONDOM?!” he screamed.