While I was picking up prescriptions at Rite Aid yesterday I saw a woman carefully looking through all the options in the condom aisle. Picking up each box, comparing written descriptions, turning the boxes over in her hand to inspect every side. Considering colors, flavors, textures -- everything.
She was in her mid-forties or early fifties, was very lumpy and had short, frizzy, awkwardly-dyed-reddish-brown hair. She was wearing black tapered sweatpants that were somehow tight from ass all the way down to ankle (maybe *she* was also tapered) and the lumps of cellulite seemed to be trying mightily to come out for air. She was also wearing a bright red T-shirt.
Last month, I think, I would have been happy for her.
But all I could think was -- seriously? *She's* getting sex and I'm not?
Yeah...
1 comment:
The man she is having sex with (assuming she is straight, since she was looking at condoms) probably looks like, at best, a male version of her.
The bunny is better my friend, the bunny is better.
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