Frustrated by men’s attitudes toward contraception, Whitney Joiner wonders if anyone else out there is having safe sex.
“I’m not sure if I even have any condoms,” Harry said, riffling through a box underneath his bed. “What?” I said, sitting up in a tangle of sheets. “How is that possible?” Harry had picked me up at a mutual friend’s book party a week earlier. I never go for men in suits, but the more he tried to impress me, the more I laughed, which added to our chemistry. Still, I didn’t expect our first date to end in his bedroom, so I’d left my travel sex kit at home. I certainly hadn’t expected to argue about safe sex with a near stranger, one I assumed brought ladies home on a regular basis. How could he be so unprepared? Read More
