I had decided I was ready a few weeks back and then the perfect opportunity presented itself. The man I loved was coming to stay and I was ready to go all of the way. What does any first time lover need, other than a glass of wine, but condoms of course. I battled over whether I would actually have the guts to embrace my new sexuality, or if he would even be interested. Perhaps he thought I was just a friend. Stranger things have happened. But I had to be prepared just in case. I lamented the possibility of a wasted $15, but knew that I would be kicking myself if I didn't have them.
So I gathered my gusto and headed to Walgreens on the corner about a block from my house. I eyed the cashier on my way in. I didn't want one of those terrible ring throughs like when you are buying tampons from the cute guy your age and can only pray for it to be over. The older woman at the counter didn't look too intimidating so I carried on. It didn't take long to find the right isle, but I still felt like I needed to be super stealth so that no one would notice what I was after. I wondered, if I took too long staring at all of the different packages if people would know I was inexperienced. I wanted this to be as little of an ordeal as possible, but still, I couldn't get the wrong ones. I pondered over the Magnum's, deciding that I probably wouldn't be that lucky so I chose the next best thing, Trojans with all the fixin's.
Palming the box I made my way to the cashier with no other purchases. I saw in a movie once that you are supposed to buy a lot of things when trying to cover up a controversial buy, so I knew that I was a walking target from the start. However, I stood up straight and put on a nonchalant face and waltzed up the register as casual as I could be. It would be a lot easier if I was not a law-abiding citizen and could have just stolen the things. But jail would have been the easy way out.
The woman rings me through without saying anything at first and I think I am home free. Then she gets a sly look on her face and tells me a reminiscent story of her old cashiering days. "I remember when the boys used to come in here and head straight for the back. 'I know what you're looking for' I would call after them," and she chuckles. I chuckle too, I am trying to be relaxed remember, but have no clue what the proper response to that is. The laugh seems sufficient, and she hands me my purchase. As I pass through the automatic doors I feel that I have also passed into my stage of feminine mystique. I am woman hear me roar! I take it as a good omen that the purchase went so well and I smile to myself triumphantly as I get into my car and drive off.
When I get home I am still buzzing with concealed pride as to not let my roommates know what I am up to. I doubt they would care anyways because their virginity's have long been a thing of the past. My new purchase got hidden in my t-shirt drawer and I awaited the moment when I could see it once more. To spare you the details lets just say that I made a great purchase that day!
