Oh yes! You have no idea how long I've been sitting on this story.
I had been with my girlfriend for just a couple of months when it happened. We were still in that giggling, honeymoon phase... and still are if I'm honest, but that's not relevant. We had had the occasional accident and subsequent scares (riding around late at night for an open chemist is something I think everyone does at some point in their lives), and she doesn't like the idea of birth control pills. They give her headaches, so rubber wallys are the only way to go.
Anyway, what isn't really common knowledge is that condoms don't all have a uniform size. Just check on the back of the boxes... you'll see some measurements for diameter, and here in Vietnam at least, some sizes aren't very comfortable for my governor of love. This has led to some embarrassing situations where I've broken the condoms just by putting them on.
My girlfriend knew this, and as a (sweet?) act of kindness went to a pharmacist to do some research. She boldly went up and asked for some condoms. For her brother of course... this is still traditional Vietnam. The man behind the counter gives her a neutral look of understanding, and produces a box. She scrutinises the box for a while and shakes her head.
"Are these the big ones?"
"Er... I don't know."
"I need the big ones."
"I... I see."
They spend the next half an hour with a growing piles of condom boxes on the counter, checking the sizes of each one, the pharmacist's wife and assistant coming along t help check.
That evening, when we met for dinner, she proudly handed me the box of condoms and beaming with satisfaction said, "Don't worry, I've got the big ones."
I've never felt more of a man.
Captcha: milkshake
I had been with my girlfriend for just a couple of months when it happened. We were still in that giggling, honeymoon phase... and still are if I'm honest, but that's not relevant. We had had the occasional accident and subsequent scares (riding around late at night for an open chemist is something I think everyone does at some point in their lives), and she doesn't like the idea of birth control pills. They give her headaches, so rubber wallys are the only way to go.
Anyway, what isn't really common knowledge is that condoms don't all have a uniform size. Just check on the back of the boxes... you'll see some measurements for diameter, and here in Vietnam at least, some sizes aren't very comfortable for my governor of love. This has led to some embarrassing situations where I've broken the condoms just by putting them on.
My girlfriend knew this, and as a (sweet?) act of kindness went to a pharmacist to do some research. She boldly went up and asked for some condoms. For her brother of course... this is still traditional Vietnam. The man behind the counter gives her a neutral look of understanding, and produces a box. She scrutinises the box for a while and shakes her head.
"Are these the big ones?"
"Er... I don't know."
"I need the big ones."
"I... I see."
They spend the next half an hour with a growing piles of condom boxes on the counter, checking the sizes of each one, the pharmacist's wife and assistant coming along t help check.
That evening, when we met for dinner, she proudly handed me the box of condoms and beaming with satisfaction said, "Don't worry, I've got the big ones."
I've never felt more of a man.
Captcha: milkshake