I walk to my office each day – not from home, but from a parking lot that is not exactly next door to the building. I don't mind walking; the weather is rarely bad.
But as I walk, I always pass one site that puzzles me – a single condom that has been walked into the sidewalk. When the condom was "new," I did not see it. I only noticed it after it was walked into the ground. Now I have lots of questions about this little piece of latex.
What events led to this condom being ground into the sidewalk?
Okay, this sidewalk is close to a college campus, dorm rooms – you know, young kids. Oh, crap, I am calling college students kids; sign me into the assisted living home right now. Back to the conjecture. My first thought was that after a late night, a young couple in the early hours of the morning were walking along, holding hands, kissing.
And then they noticed the moonless night, the starts out, and not a soul around. And these young lovers had an idea – not sure who really had the idea first, probably the guy. "No one is around – let me take you right here." Now they may have gone over to the bushes – no forensic evidence gives us a clue. It was probably in the spring, she had on a skirt, and she may not have even removed her panties. The lovemaking was fast, furious, and passionate. But it was probably very brief, the young stud shooting his load into the condom in short order. After coming, the young lass did not have the opportunity to share in the organism. As he was taking off the condom, she was re-adjusting her panties that were pulled out of the way and her skirt.
Great sex it probably wasn't. She was afraid of getting caught. When campus police patrol at 3:30 in the morning, they approach all young couples, copulating or not.
Okay, that was my first thought.
What really happened? Maybe some guy was looking at his wallet, and he had an old condom (unused people) – but he was worried that sitting on his ass all day for a month compromised the integrity of his "insurance policy."
I don't know what really happened, but I like to think about the co-ed straightening her skirt after a romantic interlude.
Who would purposefully walk on such a condom?
Okay, I don't know if the condom in question was used or unused. Regardless, who in their right mind would walk on such an object? Some would not see the object and walk on it. Those are the sorts of people who routinely clean dog poop out of their tennis shoes.
Then there are those who see the condom and stomp on it. Perhaps they have not got laid in awhile and are angry: "Son of a bitch. Some guy got lucky on the freekin' sidewalk."
Did you think I would be writing about latex today?
How many of you thought when you pulled this blog entry up – okay, now I need to read this page on a used condom on the sidewalk. Watching paint dry would be more entertaining.
I mean, if you are not the guy who nailed the lass or the girl who was bent over with such a lovely cock inside her for a brief time, why would you care? Because we are curious people, I suspect. Happy Monday!