In the comments mentioned somehow the theme of sexual education of teenagers, well, a fun-confused story emerged in the memory.



I was 15 years old, my hormones were bursting and I was lucky to meet a girl with whom I had a relationship, and she and I were virgins. One day we talked about sex with her and she didn’t mind. Of course, something I knew from school, something from the internet, but of course the most important thing from the TV – to have safe sex, you need a condom. Buying my first condom was a very exciting test for me, most feared that the seller might laugh or ask any unnecessary question. In general, to maintain the fighting spirit I went to the pharmacy with my school friend, who had no idea why I went there. I took a package from the shelf (a pharmacy or a supermarket) and then a friend pale, saying let me go first, and then you buy. I was absolutely unhappy, because standing alone with the seller at the box office I was afraid to tremble in my knees. I tried to beat him so that he took at least a pill from his head and everything would be fine. He rightly noted that two guys, one of whom takes condoms and the other pills from the head, are even bigger children than without pills. In the end, despite the fear, I had to buy alone.



I went home with a hidden package in my pocket and the curiosity got up. The package was immediately opened, the instructions were carefully studied. But my curiosity was not limited to this, because the least I wanted was to wear a condom for the first time. One condom was immediately removed, carefully examined, sampled and thrown into the trash.



But there was something in this harmless story that I didn’t think about. I gladly told the girl that I had a shelter, a free apartment and a free time that coincided with her free time. We were both in the apartment and she was also overcome by curiosity, ask for a package to see. I stretch her package and then her eyes are rounded to the state of "it's about to fall out of the orbits", and then tears appear sharply in them. And here comes to me:

The Open Package

There are 3 condoms on the package and 2 inside.

Next to the chair on which she sits in the garbage cage lies a “used condom” that she has already noticed.



I don't know how, but I was able to explain everything to her, so the end was happy.