Michael Clifford
I fucking hate buying condoms.
It is honestly the most awkward thing in the universe, well besides unwanted eye contact.
I have my cart full of three boxes of condoms, three boxes of Poptarts, a bottle of orange juice, a bottle of vodka, and a bag of Doritos, and I make eye contact with a hot as fuck blonde.
I glance into her cart, and upon seeing the numerous amounts of emotional girly shit, I immediately turn into the next aisle, so she doesn't try and seduce me. You laugh, but it's happened before.
I grab some of the cookie dough the isle is carrying and head to check out.
Now buying condoms is embarrassing in itself, but it's especially embarrassing and awkward when you get a middle aged woman at the check out.
Usually I'm a pretty confident person, I've gotten laid enough to know it. This woman however really wanted to get in my pants.
She sighed as she scanning my condoms, "Are these all for you and your girlfriend?"
I scratched my neck and spoke, "No, I don't believe in love or any of that shit."
The greying woman shook her head, "Son, love is a beautiful and perfect thing."
I chuckled awkwardly, "I really only believe in a good fuck."
Amy, her tag read told me, "Come back to me, this time next year, and see if you still don't believe in love." The bag was handed my way with a wink.
"Please," I scoffed, "I can't do anything for more then a year, much less invest in someone for that long."
Amy spoke, "Honey, that's not-"
"Can you hurry up? I have a call to get to." The obnoxious man behind me in line gritted his teeth.
Amy grabbed my hand just as I was walking away, "Happy loving."
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