There I was, standing dutifully at the front counter of an adult store. Porn. Lube. Pictures of ass cheeks dotting the horizon. When in strolls a young mother pushing a stroller. In it sitting a bright-eyed toddler. I act swiftly.
An older man of forty-six sporting workout gear and a bald spot boldly walks into our store. No, this is not the beginning of a joke.
At ten paces right in front of me he stops, then spends a good sixty seconds trying to turn off his iPod. He is a vision of mid-life crisis.
He tells me he has never been here. I welcome him warmly. He peruses for a time before coming up to the counter, setting down a 3-pack of moderately acceptable condoms and a small bottle of lube. This is our conversation… … More Safe Sex 201 or “No, Your Dick Does Not Live in a Magically Safe Universe, You Prick!”