news from singlesville...

i did something yesterday that i haven't done in a long, long time... i bought condoms. not only did i buy condoms, but i bought condoms purely for the hell of it -- i'm a totally single girl these days, a single girl without any real prospects. i'm fine with this. i'm in no hurry to be somebody's girlfriend anytime soon.

after i broke things off with stean, i had to do some re-thinking of my life. i had been "girlfriend" for three plus years -- i had to, in some respects, re-define myself as a single person. as part of this, i debated whether i should have condoms in the house. it's obviously not a bad idea -- i mean, who knows what could happen and in matters of sexual activity, there is no acceptable alternative to being safe.

but i wondered if having a stash of condoms in my bedside table would make me seem, erm, slutty? like, would a guy be turned off by a single girl who was so prepared for an impromptu rendezvous? or, would it seem responsible and considerate? and, would not having condoms so available possibly help me avoid a potentially bad alcohol-induced lapse in judgment?

i discussed this with guy friends, all of whom seemed to think that it's better to have my own protection on hand, if, for no other reason, so at least i know i'm using a condom that hasn't expired or been in somebody's wallet for god knows how long.

and so, on sunday, while in target with krista and paul, i decided that, as a single woman, having condoms is both reasonable and wise, and i threw a box of trojans in the shopping cart with my cat litter and shampoo.

paul asked if i was employing a strategy that the homeless use -- throwing some change in a cup and hoping that it will encourage passersby to contribute money of their own. i hadn't really considered it that way, but it can't hurt, right?